Chapter 8
"There!" Edward said, taking a swipe at his daughter's now bare cunt with the washcloth he held in one hand. In the other hand, he snapped shut the straight razor he had used to shave away the fine fur around Debby's pussy and asshole.
The young girl lay on her back on a low narrow table, held to the table by two straps that clutched tightly around her naked body. One of the straps fitted snugly around her stomach, and the other held down her chest. The table had been fitted with metal stirrups similar to the ones on a gynecologist's table, and it was into those that Debby's feet were locked.
"It stings," the young girl complained as Edward rubbed aftershave into the skin around her cunt.
Every single strand had been carefully carved away until her pussy was as naked as the day she was born.
"Now that's the way it was the last time I looked real close," Edward said as he stared down at her cleanly-shaven pussy.
The hair had been a constant reminder that his daughter was growing up. Now that the hair was removed and her cunt was clean and fresh, it was just like she was his little daughter again.
It also had two other effects on the lusty man. By making her seem younger, it reaffirmed his determination that she ought to be fully under his control, and it carried him back to the time he wished he had first fucked the little bitch. Now if only her little tits weren't standing up so tall and proud on her chest.
He glared at her firm little titties with their crowning nipples. Slowly he stripped his wide belt out of the loops of his denim shorts and carried it up to the side of the table. It was just long enough to wrap around her body and the platform, and he snugged it down so the belt bit into her firm tits, mashing her nipples clear to her ribs. Everywhere it could, her tit-flesh bulged out, making a broad pancake that never rose an inch from her chest.
"Now you look like you're eight years old again," he told her, "and there isn't any eight-year-old little bitch that's going to tell her daddy what to do. Do you understand that?"
Debby nodded, frightened at what else her father might do. When she had first seen the straight razor, she had been scared that he might cut her, and had actually been relieved when he had started shaving her cunt.
But that only lasted a minute after he began scraping away her pussy hair, because once again, he was reducing her to little more than a small child. Debby had been proud of her cunt patch, no matter how thin it might be. It had shown that she was growing up and would soon take her place in the adult world. Now she was right back where she had started, bare cunt and all. Even her aching tits felt like they were being forced back into her chest.
"Daddy, I don't like it!" she whined, sure that her father wouldn't care.
She was right. Edward didn't want any of her bitching and complaining. He had his mind set on what he was going to do to his young daughter, and none of her complaints would make a bit of difference. He studied her naked flesh for a minute, then walked around to the end of the table beyond her head.
"I'll give you something you might like," he laughed, shoving his blue shorts to the floor.
His heavy cock sprang out of the material almost completely erect. The young girl couldn't see it yet, but she would soon get as much of it as she could stand.
His hands worked at both sides of the table, and suddenly the support for Debby's head was gone. Two small catches had propped up the extension to the table where Debby's head had been. When Edward's fingers released both of the connections, the extension collapsed and Debby's head fell back. It stretched her neck and turned her world upside-down, and she was looking directly up at the underside of her father's prick.
"You're going to get something you never dreamed of," he growled at her and pushed down the shaft of his cock with one hand.
Other fingers wrapped into her hair and painfully pulled her head up. When she was lined up, his cockhead bumped into her lips.
"Now's the time to open your fucking mouth," he laughed. "A young bitch's mouth is better used for sucking cock than it is for making words!"
Debby almost gagged when his throbbing prick was run in along her tongue, unable to keep away the thoughts that it had once fucked her ass. No matter how well he ever cleaned it, she was sure that she would always think of it as flecked with shit.
His cock had been rigid when it was shoved into her mouth, but now it seemed to grow even harder. It gave off heat that seemed to fill her oral cavity along with the pulsing flesh, and his rubbery cockhead battered against the back of her mouth, setting off an ache in the bruises from before.
"You like that, bitch?" her father snarled. "You like sucking on a hard cock. You better close that mouth down real tight on it and make this a good face-fuck, because if you don't, I can always train you with the riding crop to do it better. But if you do it real well, I'll give you that special something that you've never thought of before."
Debby's tongue and the roof of her mouth closed down on the throbbing cock in her mouth. Her cheeks sucked in to cause some pressure, and her lips formed a tense ring around the shaft of his cock. By now she knew what he wanted-a mouth as tight as a cunt. He had called it a face-pussy, and that's what he wanted to fuck.
But the rest didn't make as much sense. What did he mean about giving her something she hadn't had before? She couldn't imagine what. He had furiously fucked her mouth before, pistoning his cock hard against the opening of her throat, so she already knew about that, he had even spurted his thick, slimy cum into her mouth until she had to drink it down. Whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than that experience had been.
Her father grunted each time he fucked his cock along her tongue and jammed his cockhead against the back of her mouth. As he pulled out his mighty fuck-weapon, he could feel the ring of her lips riding up his prickshaft. It was almost like fucking her asshole with its little ring of muscles, and he couldn't decide whether he liked ass-fucking or face-fucking the best.
The ridge of his cockhead scraped along Debby's tongue as her head hung there to meet his thrusts. He was gripping her hair so tightly that she couldn't even bob her face. There was no sucking involved for the young girl; it was face-fucking through and through. But it was what her father seemed to want at the time, and she was glad to be only passively involved. No matter that he had threatened her with something new, he had brutally fucked her mouth before, and she knew she would survive that much of her ordeal.
One particularly brutal thrust rammed his cockhead sharply into the back of her mouth, and Debby felt a new bruise grow. Instead of retreating, the thick knob of rubbery flesh continued to press against the opening of her throat.
Debby braced herself for his erupting cum, although she hadn't felt his prickshaft swell in her mouth. It also didn't seem to be enough face-fucking to make his balls explode, but she didn't know any other reason he would be shoving so hard.
Then she tried to swallow and found that she couldn't, and it dawned on her just where her father's cockhead was. The damn thing was plugging up the opening to her throat. She could still breathe through her nose, so she hadn't begun to choke, but his evil cock had closed off her mouth from her throat.
"You're going to get it now!" Edward hissed as he saw his daughter's lips tightly closed around his throbbing cock. "You're going to get my prick all the way down your throat!"
Debby's whole body jerked against the straps that held her when she heard his threatening words. She was terrified at what he had said, and would have given anything to get away. Her father, caught up in his evil lusts, was going to try to shove that long, thick cock into the tube of her neck!
"Arrrggh!" she cried, trying to scream at him to stop.
But the hefty cock that was threatening her choked off all of her words.
"Nnnnngh!" She was sure that his fucking prick would strangle her if it was ever pushed into her throat. But again her voice couldn't overcome the cock stuffing her mouth.
Pressure grew as Edward leaned toward her face, forcing his weight down onto the spike of his prick. All the force he could muster was driving his thick fuck-rod.
Debby blew tortured air through her nose. The pain and pressure at the opening to her throat was already unbelievable, and not even a speck of prick had been stuffed into her neck. Her scalp burned with agony as her father yanked on her hair, trying to pull her face deeper onto his pushing cock. But all of his efforts could lodge only the first half-inch of his cockhead into the tiny opening to her neck.
Just that much made Debby sure she was going to die. Pain burned like fire in the back of her mouth, concentrated on the tiny ring protecting her throat. It was hard to breathe even though the passage to her nose was still clear. She couldn't swallow, and spit ran out of the corners of her mouth and down onto her chin.
"Open your goddamn throat!' her father howled at Debby, ramming his cock into her mouth with new-found strength.
Half of his cockhead wedged into her throat, spreading the tiny circle. Then, as if the first breach had caused all of her throat muscles to collapse, his throbbing knob of cockhead popped completely inside the young girl's throat. This time she couldn't even moan, since not a speck of air could creep out into her mouth. Panic hit her as it felt like she was being forced to swallow a fence post, and she had to suck furiously through her nose to even get wisps of breath to her lungs.
Feeling victory, Edward threw new force into the effort. Both of his hands were now at Debby's head with his fingers laced across the back. He pulled fiercely as he shoved with his cock, and drove a couple of inches of his fuck-shaft into the grip of her gullet.
All air vanished for the frantic young girl. The muscles of her neck bulged out from the cock that had been forced into her throat. She could feel his mighty prick slowly sliding the rest of the way into her mouth. Then his cock hair was tickling her chin and his heavy, pendulous balls slapped into her chin. Every inch of his throbbing cock was now jammed completely beyond her lips.
"Shit!" her father exclaimed as he felt her tight throat and neck muscles squeeze down onto his prick.
Never had he felt anything so tight gripping the length of his cock. Her throat felt like a sheath that was three sizes too small, yet his hot fuckmeat was still stuffed inside. His cockhead must reach clear down into the top of her chest, he realized, and the thought made his balls spasm. Inside Debby's throat, his impaling cockshaft seemed to jerk as if practicing for a thundering cum.
"Your fucking throat is tearing my cock to pieces!" her father shouted almost deliriously. "It's making my balls explode!"
Debby was lightheaded. She could get no air into her lungs. The prick ramming back and forth in her throat seemed to be swelling even more.
"I'm going to cum!" Edward shouted, unable to stand much more than a minute of the deep-throating fucking.
Debby's gullet gulped around his impaling fuck-shaft as his cockhead bulged until it was almost as big as a small apple. Then her throat could feel the pulse beneath the surface of his mighty cock as cum worked its way up his cock-shaft. A thick wad of jism blasted deep inside her gullet and leaked down toward her stomach. Eruption followed eruption as his cock spilled its load, greasing the pathway to her guts.
"It feels like a goddamn gallon!" her father groaned as his prick continued to explode.
His balls were pulled tightly up against his body, and it seemed that his whole insides were shooting out the end of his cock. Never had he experienced such a gut-rendering cum, and it was his own daughter's throat that was giving him such pleasure.
The pulses of cum slackened and came more slowly as Edward's balls emptied deep into Debby's throat. It seemed like hours since that first wad of spunk, even though it had only been seconds. When the last dribbles were out and on the way to her stomach, Edward slowly pulled his prick back out of her mouth. His cockhead emerged with an audible slurp as her m throat was finally freed.
Debby gulped cooling air into her burning lungs. She whimpered as if she was glad to just be alive.
Edward backed away from the sobbing girl, watching as his prick slid out of her mouth. The skin of his cockshaft glistened with her spit, but it wasn't cum-covered like it would have been if it had been fucking her cunt. He wouldn't even have to wash the damn thing, it was so clean from the gobbling by her throat. He felt powerfully alive and totally in control as if throat-fucking had pumped new spirit into his body. He knew then that screwing his cock deeply into Debby's gullet would be one of his favorite things.
"We couldn't let you get off that table without a little fun of your own," Edward said as he toyed with his daughter's pussy with the muzzle of the handgun.
It was a silver-plated revolver, and its bore had looked as big as a train tunnel to Debby when her father had first shown it to her.
"You're scaring me, Daddy!" Debby whined, trembling so much that she even shook inside the straps and belt that held her to the table.
"If I was you, I would be petrified." Her father smiled cryptically. "The first thing I [earned about a gun was to never point it at anybody unless I planned to pull the trigger."
Surely he didn't mean it! Debby's mind whirled. She had to believe that he actually wouldn't fire the gun and send a bullet tearing up her cunt to scramble her guts. She had to wonder just how irate her father really was. What he had already done to her seemed almost too much to comprehend.
The muzzle of the revolver scraped against the mouth of her cunt-hole as her father slowly pushed the barrel into Debby's pussy. The cold, metallic touch chilled her to the bone. Never in her life had she been so frightened, even when her father was whipping her with the riding crop.
There was no pain; that wasn't the reason. Although its touch was hard and cold inside her cunt-hole, its discomfort was the least she felt. Instead, it was the terror of what might happen even if her father didn't mean for the gun to go off. While that awful thing was prodding her pussy, Debby was only a split-second from death.
"Some men call their pricks their guns," Edward said softly, his voice too strangely calm to offer comfort. "That turns on some women so much you wouldn't believe. It makes them think of actually having a gun stuck up their cunt just ready to go off. And that makes them cum so much they almost lose their heads."
"Not me, Daddy," Debby shivered. "It scares me so much I-I can't even be still."
"Just think how lucky you are," he continued, ignoring Debby's protests. "Some girls go their entire live without actually having a gun stuck up their cunts. No matter how short a time you might live now, there will never be a greater thrill."
"Please take it out!" she cried, watching almost petrified as his finger slipped into the guard and wrapped around the trigger. His thumb pulled back the hammer and cocked it and Debby almost pissed herself in terror.
"I've heard tell," her father added smoothly, "that some women just can't resist once they have the barrel up their pussies. They find them the next morning with their entire insides blown out, but still with the gun lodged up their cunts."
All his talk almost addled her. Her eyes were riveted to the coked hammer of the gun and where his finger lay over the trigger. Now he wouldn't even have to intend to kill her; all it would take was a little slip. One small move or noise to make him jump and Debby knew she would be dead. It felt like being suspended over a deep crevice with only her fingertips to hold onto the rock.
She forced herself to be still. The chills that were shaking her were involuntary, but she fought against each little move. If her father didn't really want to shoot her up the cunt, she didn't want to jerk her body against the gun and make it accidentally fire.
"Just think of it as a narrow prick-some boy's gun," he laughed as he screwed the barrel of the deadly instrument far up her cunt. It slipped in until it was stopped by the metal frame. "The only thing is, Debby, you don't want to see it cum. That single load of Jism would pack one hell of a punch."
"Noooo!" she cried, her voice shrill Her heart was in her throat, and was being tightly squeezed by her all-consuming terror. Her breaths were rasping and shallow, almost as if she was afraid to move her chest.
Slowly the barrel of the pistol slipped out of her until only the muzzle and front sight were left in. In her mind, she begged him to take it completely out of her and to throw it as far as he could. For as long as he toyed with her pussy with the gun, she was sure she was the next thing to dead.
"You want to see how it feels?" he suddenly asked, and Debby's body went totally stiff.
A bolt of coldness ran down her spine at his unemotional words. It was almost as if he had asked her if she wanted to watch a movie on TV. He was talking about her death as if it was a sexual thrill, and as if it didn't really matter to him.
"I think you probably do," he said matter-of-factly, and as Debby watched in panic, his finger went white on the trigger. Time seemed to slow down. She could see the hammer of the revolver tremble. The slight color in her father's finger ran from one end to the other as he squeezed even harder.
Then there was a click as the trigger released and the hammer began to fall. This time she pissed herself for real as she waited that split-second for the explosion and the feel of the bullet in her guts.