But her refusal proved ineffective. “Enjoy” is not the right word exactly, but it feels undeniably pleasurable to have your clit stroked, and there she was stroking it. She tried to look anywhere at all other than at her dad and brother, shut her eyes tightly and wept, and could not deny that she was feeling that secret tingle welling up inside her that she had felt practically every night since she’d become aware of things like this.
Her dad spoke, “Even when she hates it you can still make her cum, because girls are all sluts in their heart of hearts. No matter what you do to ’em, they’ll cum like animals if you give ’em half a chance. Look at her ass already starting to dance. She wants it already.”
It was not her fault, her daddy was making her do it. She did not want this. But her body did. Just as her father had said–her ass began to dance.
Her dad chuckled. “Alright get up, we’re not ready to fuck you yet. Get up on your knees.”
Angry at being interrupted, and angry that she was so willing to get herself off in front of the two men who had betrayed her trust so completely, she got up, her aching asshole protesting, her sore limbs resisting. Glaring at the two men helplessly, she rose up to a kneeling position.
“Put your hands behind your head.”
“Yes sir,” she replied. As she lifted her hands to the back of her head, she was painfully aware of her breasts’ being lifted a little, her body somehow feeling exposed even more despite the fact that she was no more naked now than she had been a moment ago.
“Now turn around and walk on your knees back to your room, I’ll be there in a second. When you get there, sit on your bed, on your hands.”
“Yes sir,” she sobbed, and felt her dad and brother staring at her back and ass as she gingerly walked on her knees on the hard wood floor of the hallway back toward her room. She made her way to her bed, climbed aboard, and sat facing her desk. She had obediently placed her hands under her ass. She felt childish sitting there in that position. What the fuck was happening to her life?
She heard her dad tell her brother to stay in the living room and play video games for a while, and there was further muttered conversation but she could not hear it. Eventually her dad came into her room holding a sheet of paper. He strode over to her bed and sat down next to her–right next to her, so that her nude body was crowded up next to his. He sat to her right, the sheet of paper in his right hand. His left hand meanwhile grasped her naked leg, then grasped it again right up against her hip, the side of his hand butting up against her pussy. She hissed and sighed at the unwelcome pleasure of this touch, and her dad chuckled.
“You know,” he said, “I just haven’t been raising you right. I’ve been too easy on you. I figured you’d learn your place naturally. I guess I should have been fucking you myself or something.”
Liz felt the tears beginning to well up again. Instinctively she began to shirk away from him but he began pinching her inner thigh, pulling her firmly back to lean in against him. Then he recommenced his grasp of her thigh, pulsing his hand’s edge into her pussy as he continued his monologue.
He showed her the paper. On it was a list of five rules.
1. Dress attractively. Cody will provide examples periodically.
2. Watch one pornographic film each day, compose a report.
3. Immediately obey sexual requests from Cody and dad.
4. Pleasure self only on command from Cody or dad.
5. Workout and practice penetration each morning.
“From today until you get married off, you will follow these rules strictly or you will be severely punished, do you understand?”
“Yes sir,” she cried.
“We’re going to get rid of most of your clothes, and take you shopping tomorrow so you can comply with rule 1. I’ll show you how to access porn on your computer, and we’ll construct a workout regimen for you tomorrow too. Now listen, Liz. I know you’re not happy about this. But I can also feel what’s happening down there. I know you really, really want to get off right now, don’t you?”
“No sir,” she said.
He pinched one of her pussy lips. “Don’t lie to me.”
“Yes sir.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I want to get off.”
“I’m going to help you with that, but first I’m going to start rectifying my big mistake. You are going to climb up on top of me now, and start stroking my cock with your pussy. You don’t have to put me inside you, but I’m not going to let you cum unless you do.”
She looked at his now-erect cock out of the side of her eye. He was going to rape her again, but this time he was going to make her want to put that huge, disgusting ugly thing inside her.
And the truth was, she did dearly and desperately want to cum. She absolutely despised everything that was happening–but her clit had had too much. She had to cum. She was determined not to. But her body desperately wanted it. And that plus her knowledge that she had to comply or suffer conspired her to move her, even as she wept aloud at it, to turn to her dad, straddle him as he laid back on the bed contentedly, and begin rubbing her pussy lips against his cock.
Her plan, she told herself, was simply to make him cum without putting him inside her. She began pleasuring him with her pussy lips, gently rubbing up and down. And of course, by doing so, she was pleasuring herself as well. She remained determined to prevent herself from cumming, but when he dad grinned and began gently pinching her nipples, she nearly exploded. She yelped in forced pleasure as she began to feel the well of orgasm gushing into her vaginal cavity. Her dad saw the signs of this, and turned the light pinch into a painful clamping, glared at her and said “If you cum without me inside you I will rip your pussy to shreds with my belt.”
She muttered “Yes sir,” and lifted up for a minute, desperately hoping her body would not betray her. When she thought she’d regained control, she lowered herself down again. But she immediately knew how helpless and hopeless she was. The moment she began pumping up and down across her father’s cock, she could feel the orgasmic waves beginning to gather like a storm. Her dad playing with her nipples again nearly ended her. She hissed and lifted off. Her dad laughed and said “You’re supposed to be making me cum here. Am I going to have to punish you?”
Liz collapsed, laying on his chest, knowing what she had to do. Sobbing she placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her vagina.”
He laughed. “There’s my girl!” he said eagerly as she began pushing down against him. He pulled her head off his chest by the hair, muttering “I have to see your face for this.” Looking up, down, anywhere but in her father’s eyes, she continued working her way down onto him, impaling herself on his cock, weeping and wincing with the pain of it. Her dad began pushing back, starting to lose himself in the ecstasy of the act. Crudely he pushed her mouth into his, kissing his unwilling daughter deeply while beginning to actively fuck her pussy.
Her waves of orgasm continued to build. He released her face and laid still for a moment–and without thinking about it, she surrendered herself to this rape, and began actively fucking him, trying desperately to get off on his cock. Her dad sighed loudly and grinned at this. And in short order, her orgasm came. She tensed, grasped her dad’s shoulders with her hands, digging into him with her nails, clamped his legs hard with her knees, buried her face into his neck as she allowed the orgasm to overtake her. And while she was coming off the gentle final waves of this orgasm, she realized she could feel the absolute most evil thing that could happen to a girl happening between her legs–her dad was quaking beneath her, aggressively pumping semen into her womb. Even as she was still feeling the trailing end of the ecstasy of her orgasm, she began a keening wail, crying right into her father’s ear as he emptied his sperm into her. Her dad grabbed her hips and thrust her downward for his final spurts, impaling her cervix, causing a kind of burning agony she’d never felt before. She screamed “Ow fuck you fucking son of a bitch!” and struggled to get free but of course could not.