“Mr. Rite?” I gulped, fear creeping upon me as I got a gut feeling that I should leave. “I never asked to be your father. I’m not interested in that type of thing… but if it’s what you like, go ahead and call me ‘daddy’.” His smile morphed into an evil grin. “You’re just a simple whore. Everyone has seen your body, why not flaunt it a bit more for me?” He took another step forward and finally my body listened to my brain. I turned and began running toward my bedroom. The bedroom that I shared with his daughter.
I had barely gotten into the living room when he grabbed the back of my robe. The loose tie came undone again and my robe was yanked off of me as I fell to the floor. I stared up at Charles, his eyes latched on my bare ass. “Stop acting like you don’t want me. I know you get off to the idea of an old man like me raping you.” He licked his lips, chills ran across me. “Mr. Rite, please! Get a hold of yourself!” I cried out. His foot came down onto my ass. He put most of his weight onto me as he leaned in, “I told you, Clair, you can call me ‘daddy’.” I felt tears begin spilling onto my cheeks.
“Oh, Clair. I’m sorry… I never meant to make you cry…” His foot came off of me and I pulled myself to my knees. He backed away slowly, while staring at my robe in his hand. I bolted for my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I fell against it and began to sob. “Clair, darling, I’m so sorry. Please open up. Are you alright?” I breathed deep, gathering myself. “Go away, Charles!” I screamed, huddling my knees to my chest. I could tell he was just behind the door.
It was disgusting, but my crotch was even wetter. Was he right? Of course not! I’m not an animal, I’m not gross like that! I gulped and covered my crotch with my hand. My clitoris was swollen and my vagina aching to be fucked. Charles stepped away from the door, and it sounded like he left. I couldn’t hear the car from this side of the house, but he very clearly shut the front the door and the dogs were whining at it. Quickly pulling my hand away, I got up to crawl into my bed. How would I even deal with this? Obviously I was going to have to move, but where would I go?
My toy was sitting on my bed, I picked it up to put it away when the door flew open and Charles came in. “Get out!” I screamed, a new set of tears began to bubble over. “Be quiet, you’ll disturb the neighbors…” I shook my head in anger and disbelief. “I will scream for help if you don’t leave me alone!” He chuckled. I saw what he had in his hands. A ball gag, that soft polyester rope I had read so much about, and other things tucked into a black bag. “We’ll see about that.”
Before I could really react he was on me, forcing me back onto my bed. He forced my head down into my blanket as I screamed out for help. He held my wrist against the small of back. “Be a good girl for Daddy, or I’ll have to punish you.” I tried to shake him off. His knee came down and he put all of his weight onto me, pinning my wrist against my back using his knee and body weight. My free hand gripped onto my sheets. “You’re hurting me!” I bawled, choking slightly on my own spit. “I told you to be a good girl!” His voice became more stern. I couldn’t tell what he was doing, my crying was too loud.
It seemed to take forever, but eventually he had a loop around my each of my wrists and each of my thighs. He got off of me. I couldn’t move my wrists. I think I started crying even more. “Please Mr. Rite, please let me go! I promise to be good. I’ll be a good girl, just untie me.” I begged. He shook his head. “How stupid do I look? You’ll have to earn my trust.” Grabbing the rope between my wrists he yanked me to my feet. My knees quickly collapsed and I feel to the floor. I began screaming, but he had already forseen this. The ball-gag was in my mouth and tied around my head. I stared up at him.
He smiled, seemingly satisfied with himself. His hand came down and roughly grabbed my breast. I flinched away from him. Charles frowned. Grabbing a leather dog collar he put it around my throat and attached a leather leash. He yanked my head forward. “Unzip me.” I stared at him in horror. “Use your mouth you stupid whore and unzip me.” I tried pulling away, but he kept yanking me back with the leash. He reached back and grabbed a whip with several strands, a cat o’ nine tails to be precise. He brought it down on my breasts, hard, then pushed the ball gag out of my mouth and let it fall around my neck.
The instant stinging of the whip made me choke on air. “Now, unzip me,” I was in too much shock to comprehend and I paid for it, as he quickly brought it down on my breasts from the opposite side. My nipples were so hard, and I could tell I was sopping wet. What the hell is wrong with me?
Hesitantly I slowly got closer to his crotch. His hand shoved the back of my head into his crotch. He was rock hard, and while I don’t generally use my face to judge, he seemed very big. He had already unbuttoned himself, I just had to use my tongue to get the zipper piece to stick out. I then used my teeth to yank it down. It took a few tries and I could tell Charles was becoming impatient. Finally I got it undone. He shoved his pants and boxers down, never letting go of the leash. He made me keep my head right near his crotch.
His cock flopped out, erect and at least eight or nine inches long. I gulped, I never would have expected his penis to be so large or his balls so big. “Now suck it,” he commanded, whipping my breasts again. I flinched, but did as I was told. I tentatively put my mouth around his head and began doing the up and down motion I’d do when I was lazy. He shoved my head forward and held me there, I gagged and coughed, fearing for my life. I somehow found a way to breathe thru my nose and followed his hand motions, going back and forth. “Use your tongue more, whore.” He groaned out. I used my tongue as much as I could as he thrust into my mouth.
He pushed my head back, pulled his dick to lean against his stomach and then shoved my nose and mouth against his balls. “Lick them,” He kept his hand on the back of my head, I obeyed him, disgusted with myself. He sighed, relaxing. I knew this was my chance. I suddenly bit down on his ball-sack and went to stand. He yelled and just as quickly as I acted, he reacted. The whip came down on my back. I instinctively released and he pushed me onto my back. “Stupid cunt!” He shoved his bare foot onto my lips, and roughly rubbed his foot back and forth. “I told you to be a good girl!” It hurt so bad, my clitoris was literally being crushed and his toes were digging into my bald mound.
I cried out, trying to crawl away to no avail. “Please! I’m sorry, daddy! I’ll be good, I promise!” I begged him. I could tell he was pleased. He smirked, adjusting his balls and removing his foot. I lay there in pain, tears streaming down my cheeks and onto the floor. “Get on the bed.” The leash yanked me up and I clumsily found a way to my knees and then my feet. I crawled onto the bed. “Put your head down and stick your ass up high.” I obeyed, crying into my sheets.