Daughter In The Stocks
by Henry Perkins 


FOREWORD 

Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoner of 
war who gives in to his captor's demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins 
forces with her abductors... both must act without past experience to guide 
them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience. 

In DAUGHTER IN THE STOCKS Barbi Brewer finds herself in just such a 
situation. Held captive, then degraded and forced to perform abnormal sexual 
acts by her father, she nonetheless finds within herself hidden resources, a 
strength of character she never realized she had. 

Barbi suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, but she comes 
through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman. 

--The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Is this the little bitch that was trying to sell her ass on the street?" 
The voice was gruff and menacing as it drifted into the cell where Barbi lay 
muffling her sobs into a dirty blanket atop a hard, narrow cot. 

"Yeah," a more familiar voice confirmed. "This is the teeny whore." 

A large metal key rattled in the lock set among the bars. 

"Sweet ol' Dad is on the way down here to pick her up," the second man 
continued. "But we got plenty of time, and don't let the slut tell you any 
different. She says she wasn't out there hustling pussy, but just look at 
the way she's dressed. Barely into high school, I figure, and already she 
looks and dresses like all the other whores." 

Tracks of tears traced through the dust on her cheeks, picked up from the 
dirty bed and the dingy air of the country cellblock. Her blond hair, 
cropped short at the ears, feathered down in shambles onto the hard, 
uncovered pillow where she had lain several hours, pretending to be asleep. 
And gone with the sheen in her hair was the sparkle in her aquamarine eyes 
that now looked out anxiously from her pretty face. 

The door-really nothing more than a gate in the floor-to-ceiling steel 
bars-slid to the side, and in the doorway appeared two policemen with duty 
caps still perched on the back of their heads. The dark blue of their 
uniforms accented by the silvers and blacks, and the leather of their 
motorcycle boots made them appear more like military men than country 
protectors of the law. 

And there was nothing about their faces that denied that image. The sneers 
and sternness of their expressions, however, did nothing to hide the naked 
lust in their eyes. There was contempt there also, something the young, 
fearful girl was not used to. 

"What do you want?" she asked weakly. But the two men didn't even give her 
the benefit of a civil reply. 

"We ask the goddamn questions around here, girl!" the larger of the two 
snarled. "And whores keep their mouths shut until we tell them they can 
speak. And in this case, you don't have any permission. So, clam up, bitch!" 

The door slid shut noisily behind them, trapping Barbi in the cell with the 
two menacing men. Her frightened eyes were whipped around the room looking 
for some way to escape, but it was obviously hopeless. 

One of the two, she recognized as the officer who had forced her into the 
police car down on the boulevard when she had been looking for Sue. Her 
friend, a close companion from school, had run away from home, and Barbi had 
been searching for her, hoping against hope to catch her before she did 
anything terribly wrong. Perhaps she had been wrong to wear the tight 
mini-skirt and fluorescent lavender blouse, but she knew that the street 
people wouldn't have told her anything if she'd come asking questions 
dressed in any other way. The problem was that the policemen refused to 
believe her when she tried to explain, if they just hadn't been so 
close-minded, all of this crazy mix-up never would have happened. Barbi had 
put her own self in danger by venturing out into the street of pimps, 
runaways and whores, and here she was, locked up in a cell, accused of 
trying to sell herself to some man. It just wasn't fair. 

"I'm not what you think!" she spat at the officers as they stalked into the 
center of the small cell. 

"You mean you're a boy whore?" the shorter man laughed. "You trying to tell 
us you got a dick swinging between your legs rather than some juicy hole?" 
His hand drifted out to tap his companion conspiratorially on the chest. 

"Don't let her give you any of that gay boy shit!" he continued with a 
snort. "I got a handful of those tits when I was pushing her into the car. 
Ain't no gay boy got titties like that, no matter how many hormones he 
takes." 

"Maybe I better check for myself," the taller man hissed evilly. "When Daddy 
gets here, I want to make sure to give him his slut daughter back rather 
than some gay boy you've picked off the street." 

Surely they wouldn't! Barbi gasped to herself. They couldn't molest her 
right here in the middle of their own cellblock. There were even open 
compartments-no walls, just bars-and other prisoners could see from the 
surrounding cells. But apparently, that didn't bother the two horny men. 

The taller one stepped up to the bunk and jerked her tank top down to her 
waist. Her pert young tits jiggled tightly from their sudden release, 
revealing flesh that was firm beneath her upturned nipples. Like overturned 
teacups of succulent flesh, the mounds quivered enticingly on the chest of 
the young girl, who hadn't even been fucked yet. 

"No, please!" Barbi shrieked almost in disbelief. Her hands shot to her 
chest to cover her two nipples with both of her palms. 

"What you so goddamn shy for?" the policeman with his hand still on her 
blouse snarled. He glanced back over his shoulder to call to his companion. 
"Carl, you did say you caught her whoring on the street, didn't you?" 

"Caught her myself, Bill, right across the street from Pussy Park. She was 
talking to two other sluts, but I let her be until she walked right up to 
this guy and tried to peddle her ass. I was in uniform so I had to move in, 
then." 

"I wasn't!" Barbi cried. "I was asking him whether he had seen my friend. I 
was only trying to find one of my friends!" 

"That's not even original, bitch!" Bill laughed, and knocked her right hand 
aside. He pinched the nipple of her right tit. 

"It's not an excuse," Barbi insisted and pushed at his invading hand. "I 
only wore these clothes because nobody down there would help me unless they 
thought I was one of them. I'm not a whore. No boy's ever done anything to 
me!" 

"I only wear these clothes because I'm a cop," Bill snarled right into her 
face. "And you better goddamn well believe that I'm exactly what I look like 
I am. And if a girl looks like a whore, walks like a whore, and peddles her 
ass like a whore, then she ain't no goddamn clean-jeans high-school kid!" 

"Did you listen to that?" Carl laughed. "Not only ain't she a slut, Bill-now 
she's a goddamn virgin to boot! Well, I ain't never seen no virgin girly 
down on that street flashing her ass all around. I seen you tonight, and I 
still ain't seen that virgin girly!" 

Suddenly Bill's hands fell to Barbi's legs and clamped onto her ankles. He 
jerked, throwing her feet high into the air and tossing her backward onto 
the cot. Her breath exploded from her lungs as the back of her head banged 
into the cross-bar at the head of the cot. White flashes of pain blinded her 
eyes, and her miniskirt crawled over her crotch to fall back onto itself 
almost to her waist. Rough male hands pawed at the side of her hips, finally 
ripping her bright-green panties from her ass. The cloth caught on her 
heels, and it was brutally torn from her legs. 

Barbi's eyes finally cleared to focus up onto the hazy blue of the leering 
officers. She followed their eyes down to her body and was shocked to see, 
not only her tits, but also her down- covered cunt exposed before them. 
Squealing in panic and anger, one hand dashed to her pussy to cover her 
pouting slit. The remaining arm sliced across her chest to cover both 
nipples. 

"Hey, Ginny," a female voice called from Barbi's left. She glanced over 
quickly, hoping for help. 

A wildly painted prostitute leaned against the bars in the next cell. She 
was calling out to a street friend locked up in the cell across the narrow 
hall. 

"Carl and old Numbnuts are about to pork a young hussy next door!" 

"Thank God," a brittle female voice called back. "Every goddamn time I'm in 
here they come in waving hard pricks. Maybe tonight my poor old pussy will 
get a little rest." 

"Please don't!" Barbi whined as they levered her arms away from her body. 
Age had not yet formed a womanly vee at her groin, and what hair there was 
followed the slashing line of her delicious pussy slit. The hair was 
thin-stranded, corn-silk smooth and so light in color that it did nothing to 
hide the vertical lips of her cunt. They stared out of her faint fluff like 
a cock-eyed smile just waiting to be kissed. 

"Goddamn!" Carl hissed as he stared down at the teenaged pussy. "That thing 
looks so tight that it almost could be a virgin hole!" 

"Stick your finger in and see if it's juicy," Bill urged as he pinned one of 
Barbi's arms back next to her head. Locking it down with one knee, he 
gathered in her other one, then crossed her wrists so he could hold both 
arms with one hand. 

A callused male finger dipped into Barbi's pussy lips, worming its way into 
the folds to bump against the dry opening to her cunt hole. 

"Ain't a goddamn drop of cunt grease," Carl swore as he tried to force the 
fingertip into her unused fuck channel. 

"Maybe cops don't turn her on," Bill snarled as he leaned heavily on her 
arms. The bones of her wrists scraped together to send pain rocketing to 
both shoulders. 

"She never had a cop's cock, then," Carl chortled as he finally managed to 
twist an inch of his finger into Barbi's tender pussy. "Maybe we better 
change that right now, so she'll know what kind of prick is best!" 

"No!" Barbi squirmed, struggling against the hands of her powerful 
attackers. "I'm still a virgin-please don't do it to me!" 

"This pussy's as tight as a baby ring and dry as a desert rock," Carl said 
to his friend in a serious voice. "You think she might be telling the 
truth?" 

"You warned me yourself, dammit!" Bill snarled from his perch near her head. 
"You told me not to let the little bitch fool you into believing that she 
was some poor misunderstood kid!" 

"Yeah," Carl exclaimed, his concern vanishing from his voice. "Well, I ain't 
gonna skin my cock on some slut's dry pussy, so I guess my ol' persuader is 
going to have to get it juiced up." 

He reached to his side to unsnap a fastener, and when Barbi saw his hand 
move, she thought he was going for his gun. Her heart leaped into her 
throat, but it was his nightstick that came out in his hand. It was black 
and almost as long as her arm. At first, she thought he would hit her, and 
later, she wished that he had. Instead, he dropped it down between her legs 
and jammed its end up to her cunt. 

"What are you doing?" Barbi gasped as she felt the touch of the cold wood on 
the inner lips of her pussy. 

"I'm gonna loosen that alum-puckered cunthole," Carl snarled and jammed the 
first inch of the nightstick into Barbi's dry pussy. The tender skin at the 
opening of her virgin pit clung to the side of the black-painted cop club, 
and it felt like her flesh was about to tear. The end of the baton bumped 
against the tautness of her maidenhead, but since the prod was only wood, 
there was no way for Carl to know that he had encountered proof that no 
prick had ever been in her virgin hole. Still thinking she was nothing but a 
common prostitute, he jammed the rod in harder and tore away the blocking 
skin. 

"Aeiiii!" Barbi screamed as the nightstick plowed into her pussy channel and 
bumped roughly into the back of her cunt. Then it started out, pulling back 
on the lubrication of her blood as she was fucked by the insensitive club. 

"Hot damn!" the lusty cop, Carl, breathed. "She's getting all sexed up and 
juicy now. I knew there wasn't any goddamn pussy that could keep ol' 
'Persuader' out!" 

The teenaged girl felt like her cunt had been torn apart, and she knew that 
the spreading warmness in her hole must be her own blood. As the club 
pistoned inside her pussy, her back and her head flew from side to side in 
near panic. Her eyes stopped, catching on the bars to her left and the 
leering female face that hung behind them like a full moon. Green eyeshadow 
darkened the top of the face and its lips were painted as red as a Valentine 
heart. Yellow- stained teeth glistened like those of a wolf, and there was 
no pity to be found in those eyes. 

He left the nightstick jammed into Barbi's cunt as he rose from the cot. 
Carl's belt buckle snapped open under his insistent hand and his zipper 
plunged. The blue slacks dropped straight to the floor and he kicked both 
them and his shoes off. His boxer shorts were next, and then he was standing 
there naked from the waist down except for the thin black socks that covered 
his feet. 

Barbi gasped. Jutting out from his lower belly was another club, but this 
one was of flesh and had an end swollen and purple. It was a brutal bludgeon 
with black hair sprouting around its base and the heavy sac of skin that 
hung down between his legs. 

Thick veins snaked under the skin of his cock, and the fleshy crown looked 
like a helmet had been forced onto the end of his shaft. At the very tip of 
his swollen prickhead, a small slash cut the flesh like an evil smile. 

"How do you like that?" Carl taunted her, while jerking his cock up and down 
in front of Barbi. "That's a real cop's prick you're looking at. You're 
about to get fucked with the actual thing!" 

"No!" Barbi whined as the heavy-set policeman threw one leg over the narrow 
cot and began lowering himself onto her young body. His cock seemed to 
throb, its tip leaping in anticipation of drilling deeply into her cunt. 

"Please don't do that!" Barbi cried. "No one's done it to me before!" 

"Shut up, bitch!" Carl hissed. "Ain't gonna do you a goddamn bit of good. 
You go selling that goddamn cunt to some old fart just because he has the 
money, you're gonna learn in a hurry that fucking and sucking cop cock is 
just one more price for doing business!" 

"Oh!" Barbi gasped as his cockhead nudged between her inner pussy lips and 
bumped against the opening of her cunt hole. He was actually going to fuck 
her, she thought wildly. He was going to shove that dirty prick right into 
her cunt! 

Two inches of the long shaft wedged into her fuck-slot, greased by the blood 
that the nightstick had spilled. Carl grunted it the unexpected tightness, 
then howled with glee at the clutching pleasure that milked on the shaft as 
he drove his fucker completely into her tattered pussy. 

"Goddamn!" he shouted, whooping at the top of his voice. "This fucking cunt 
is the tightest thing my prick has ever tasted. I ain't never felt anything 
like this!" 

It was a new feeling for Barbi also, but hers was one of agony. She was sure 
that she was slowly bleeding to death, and the far end of her pussy channel 
felt as if it was being beaten black and blue. The heavy policeman was 
jerking his hips back and forth, ramming his whore-fucker into her virgin 
pussy without even knowing that he was taking a virgin cherry. The grasping, 
resisting ring of cunt muscles was driving him almost out of his mind. 

"Fuck her!" came a feminine shout from the opposite side of the narrow hall. 

"Screw her goddamn mouth, numbnuts!" echoed the face looming behind the bars 
in the next cell. 

Bill needed no further encouragement. He pinned Barbi's wrists with one hand 
and unsnapped his belt and downed his zipper with the other. He, too, kicked 
away both pants and shoes, then climbed up onto the raped teenager's chest. 
His naked ass plopped onto her tits with his throbbing prick rammed right at 
her face. 

Barbi's eyes bulged at the sight of his massive prickmeat only an inch away 
from her mouth. A whine of fear bubbled from her chest as she whimpered like 
a beaten dog. Her teeth clenched, a barrier against the rape of her mouth, 
but Bill pulled the palm of his right hand high and slapped it against the 
side of her face. 

The blow almost knocked her unconscious. And when her mouth flew open from 
the slapping pressure, half of his thick cock was driven in. "Oh, fuck!" 
Billy growled. "That mouth's as hot as a burning pussy. But you better not 
bite, you fucking bitch! If I feel those teeth at all, I'll tear your 
goddamn head off and stuff it up your asshole!" 

One cop cock jammed into her tender pussy as another battered into the back 
of her mouth. Thankfully, the friction in her cunt had stirred the natural 
juices that blended with the blood and eased the way for the raping 
fuckshaft. Saliva in her mouth poured in around the other molesting prick 
rod, making it glide easily back and forth. Never before had Barbi ever been 
fucked, and for her first time she was getting it in the cunt and the face 
at the same time. 

"This cunt is like a vise, Billy," the cop fucking into her pussy said. "You 
ought to feel it when it clamps down real good and makes my prick really 
sing. If this is what a goddamn alum-puckered pussy feels like, I'm going to 
get my girlfriend to start stuffing alum up her cunt!" 

"It ain't any better than her cock-sucking mouth," the other patrolman 
puffed. "These young whores must like to be fucked in the face. She swallows 
down and it feels like she's trying to milk the cum right out of my balls." 

Barbi's face burned with shame. Not only was she being raped, her attackers 
were talking about her like she was a piece of well-fucked meat. And at the 
same time, they were being watched. The whores in the surrounding cells were 
even calling out encouragement to the two brutal men as they unknowingly 
defiled a virgin. Tears rolled down Barbi's cheeks, but the thick cockmeat 
driven against the back of her throat cut off her cries. Between her legs, 
the fucking of the other cop's cock had become nothing more than frantic 
plunges. 

"I can't stand it much longer!" Carl howled as he watched his prick sink 
into the young girl. "This fucking cunthole is about to get blasted with 
steaming hot cum!" 

"And I'm gonna fill her mouth with a whole dick load," Bill echoed. "My cock 
is getting ready to explode." 

Both of the raping cocks had begun to swell inside her, one locked into the 
heat between her legs, the other caught in the warmth of her mouth. Like 
waves of the ocean, pulses surged up both cocks and they shot their first 
wads of cum into Barbi at exactly the same time. Blobs splashed into the 
back of her cunt as jizz poured out of Carl's careening body. Other spurts 
splattered into the back of her mouth, to be stirred into a froth by the 
constantly plunging prick. Most of it backwashed along her tongue and leaked 
out the corners of her mouth. 

It poured into the teenaged girl until she thought that it would never stop. 
Finally she had to swallow, and she gulped down some of the sticky stuff in 
an effort to catch her breath. Her mind as well as her body felt crushed-she 
would never be a virgin again. Her cherry had been torn forcefully from her 
and there was nothing that could be done. 

After long minutes, the policemen slipped their slimy, softening cocks out 
of Barbi's cunt and mouth, and stood up over the well-raped girl. Sweat 
beaded across her tender young tits and her cunt leaked a mixture of pussy 
juice, male cum and blood. Her eyes weren't focused as they stared toward 
the ceiling; her ears heard neither the cops' words nor the mocking laughter 
from the cells all around. 

Bill hiked his uniform slacks up and buckled them around his waist. "That 
was some fine fucking," he sighed. "Next time we bring her in, we're going 
to switch around and I'm going to get some of that cunt." 

Carl drew his stained boxer shorts up over his ass. "And I'm going to fuck 
her in the mouth," he said assuredly. "Or maybe even in the ass. If her 
cunt's that tight, you can just imagine how her asshole would feel wrapped 
around your cock." 

"Yeah," his friend answered. "How long do you think it'll be before we have 
her back in here?" 

"Won't be long," Carl replied, brushing at the front of his uniform and 
pulling all the seams straight. "And I don't care if her daddy is coming to 
pick her up. That'll blow up right away. I mean, you tell me: what would a 
father do with a daughter who's nothing but a slutty whore?" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The mood in the car was darker than the pitch-black night. Clouds had come 
in from the coast and blocked out the waning moon and stars, and the fields 
on the outskirts of town seemed shrouded in blackness as if the entire 
planet had been lost in some dark hole in space. 

Her father's face was eerily lit by the green glow from the dashboard as the 
car swept along. In the early morning hours, there was no other traffic 
after they hit the limits of town. 

Jonathan Brewer was a large, muscular man, his height ranging a couple of 
inches above six feet. He never spoke much-Barbi remembered him as a silent 
man-but when he did, his words dripped with intent. Throughout her young 
life, Barbi had looked up to him, had tried to follow the rules he laid 
down, no matter how stern. But there had always been something that he had 
held apart, something at least, that Barbi had never seen, even when she was 
a small girl wrapped in those strong arms. 

Even after her mother had died, there still had been something reserved 
about him, and never in those three years had Barbi ever felt that he had 
completely let go with her, even though they were all the family either of 
them now had. 

And the present situation certainly didn't help improve that situation. She 
sat silently in the front seat beside him, sneaking glances over toward his 
firm-jawed face when she felt that his eyes were caught up with the road. 

His features were strong, as if they had been hewed out of rock, and his 
intense eyes were a battleship gray. 

There was physically little to show that the two in the car were related, at 
least, not as close as father and daughter. Barbi had inherited both 
petiteness and blondeness from her mother, and her body, though short, was 
lithe and slender, with not an ounce of baby fat remaining on her bones. 
They were dissimilar in appearance, but Barbi knew that, somewhere under his 
rough but cool exterior, there were feelings that were just as strong as her 
own. 

"Tell me your story again, Barbi," he suddenly said, still not taking his 
eyes from the road to look at his young daughter. 

"It's not a story," Barbi protested, wishing that he would turn and talk 
directly toward her. With the dash light playing strangely over his 
features, not looking at her was almost like a cold threat. 

"Call it what you want," he replied sternly. "I just want you to tell me 
exactly what happened and specifically why you were down there on that 
whore's boulevard." 

She related it once again, even tired of it herself after having gone 
through it so many times at the police station and in the car since her 
father picked her up. Once again, she told him of Sue running away from 
home, of how she had told Barbi that she would get the money to get out of 
town by picking up men down on the street. Barbi knew that the other girl 
had been fucked before, but still it was wrong and dangerous. She had wanted 
to talk to her friend one more time and try to convince her to give up such 
foolish plans. 

"You don't need to dress like a prostitute yourself to just talk," her 
father's voice literally seethed at her in the dark car. 

"I was afraid that they wouldn't talk to me, or help me or anything," she 
explained. "They wouldn't do anything for me unless they thought that I was 
a part of them. And I was afraid of being attacked, or maybe even raped, if 
I looked like some innocent young girl who had strayed by accident into 
their part of town. Surely that makes sense, doesn't it?" 

He didn't answer at all, just continued to stare out into the slice of light 
that cut into the night from the front of the car. And when he did finally 
speak, it was to ask a question of his own rather than to reply to hers. 

"And you didn't take any money to let some guy stick his cock up you?" 

"No, Daddy!" Barbi squealed, slightly angry that her father would even ask 
such a question. 

"So nobody fucked you tonight?" he persisted, his voice drilling right into 
her young heart. 

Barbi gulped, barely keeping herself from moaning aloud. Twice before, 
during the long ride she had denied that anything had happened, even though 
it was not the truth. In his anger and suspicion there was no way that he 
would have believed that the policemen had raped her while she was being 
held in jail. If she had told him that anyone had fucked her, he would have 
believed that she had been whoring on the street just like the cops had 
claimed. 

"Nothing..." she, stammered. "Nobody... I haven't done anything, Daddy. I'm 
still a virgin." 

Once again there was no response or visible effect on the strong man sitting 
beside her. Barbi was afraid that he would turn and glare at her, staring 
her down until she confessed the lie. But it seemed like he accepted her 
answer just as he had the previous two times. She really hated to lie to 
him-she knew that it was the thing he detested the most-but she was afraid 
that he just wouldn't understand. 

As Barbi stared out into the dark night, the car sped between the vertical 
braces of a steel bridge then started climbing a long incline. She glanced 
over her shoulder, but the waterway had been lost in the blackness, then she 
leaned forward to peer out at the strange road. 

"This isn't the way to our house," Barbi exclaimed. 

"We're going to your Uncle Jake's," her father replied. 

"But there's no one living there since he died last year. And that old 
mansion has scared me to death ever since I was a little girl." 

"It doesn't matter," her father said with finality. "That's where we are 
going. And when we get there, I'm going to show you a room that has a small 
bed in it and I want you to go to sleep while I get the heat going. And you 
better get all the rest you can. The first thing in the morning we're going 
to get back to the subject of your little escapade, and if things are like I 
expect they are, you're going to need all the strength you can find." 



 * * * * * 



Drowsiness still clouded Barbi's mind as she tried to stretch in the narrow 
bed that she had fallen into only hours before. Her father had walked her to 
the room with his large hand clasping her elbow, and had pointed her inside 
almost like a jailer himself. But Barbi had been too tired to complain, and 
she had stumbled to the small bed and collapsed onto it without even 
removing her clothes. It wasn't even the width of a single bed-actually 
little more than a cot. Even the brown blanket looked military and was 
scratchy, but at that point of the night she simply didn't care. Her worry 
about Sue, her trip into town, the rape by the policeman and finally the 
confrontation with her father had drained her completely. All she had wanted 
to do was fall fast asleep. 

With a jerk, she tried to turn over and a tearing pain ripped through her 
right wrist. Mumbling, she tugged against it again, and the agony returned 
as if the skin at the bottom of her palm was being torn. 

"Ow!" she groaned and reached for her hurting wrist with her other hand. 
Something cold and hard bit sharply into that arm also, and she snapped 
quickly awake. 

She was flat on her back with both hands pulled back over her shoulders. 
Once again, she tugged on them and they refused to move. Trying to turn in 
the bed to see back over her head, both ankles were caught up in the same 
pain. Barbi lifted her head from the hard pillow and looked down to the foot 
of the bed. Heavy iron clamps encircled both of her ankles and were 
connected to the metal foot piece by short chains. Her feet were pulled to 
opposite sides of the narrow mattress which parted her legs completely to 
her groin. She had hid her torn panties the night before behind the jail 
bunk so her father could never find them and demand to know how they had got 
torn. Without that protection, the hem of her mini-skirt had ridden up in 
her sleep and now her cunt was exposed in all of its lightly furred glory. 

"Damn," Barbi hissed as she twisted her shoulders and rolled back her head. 
Glancing up now at her right arm, she could see the shiny handcuffs that 
locked her wrists to the bed. Somebody had shackled her to where she could 
hardly move. 

Then a sort of shuffling on the stone floor caused her to glance toward the 
door. There, her father stood, leaning up against the wall with his arms 
folded across his chest. The look on his face was both solemn and stern. 

"Daddy, what's happening?" she pleaded, wishing that she could use her hands 
to push her skirt down to cover her naked pussy. 

"That's exactly what I want to know," he growled. "I hear one thing from 
you, but the police and my eyes tell me something completely different. The 
only thing I can do is check out for myself just what is the truth, and what 
isn't." 

"What are you going to do?" she cried as he moved up alongside the bed. He 
was staring down at her cunt and the glare of his eyes sent cold chills 
running down her spine. 

Jonathan Brewer leaned down and touched a fingertip to his daughter's 
pouting pussy lips. Wiggling it in the direction of her cunt slit, he worked 
it down among the inner folds of flesh and touched the opening of her cunt 
hole. The natural juice there, combined with the residue of the policeman's 
spunk, had kept her pussy wet and allowed his thick long finger to slide 
easily into her fuck channel. He swirled it around against her inner pussy 
walls, wiping up some of the moisture. He lifted the finger to his nose, 
sniffing deeply at what he had found. A frown pulled down the corners of his 
mouth. 

"Don't do that to me!" Barbi squealed. "You're my father and it's not 
right!" 

"So it's not right, is it?" he demanded. "It's not right for someone to 
touch you that's sweated over you, worried and worked, and even bled over 
you. That's not right? Then tell me, Daughter, what's right? Is it right 
that you take everything I've given you and put it out onto the street and 
sell it to the first guy who comes along with the money?" 

"But I didn't do anything like that!" 

"No, you sure didn't, did you?" he snapped. "And you didn't fuck anybody at 
all yesterday either." 

"I didn't!" Barbi insisted. 

"And you're still a virgin?" he challenged. The words hung up in her throat. 
She wanted to tell him now, but he was already so angry that she was afraid 
to tell him she lied. 

"I'm... I'm still a virgin," she finally snapped. 

He leaned down and hissed into her face: 

"Then what's male cum doing in your pussy?" He shoved his finger up under 
her nose, and even Barbi could identify the smell. Pangs of fear ripped 
through her chest. 

"I was afraid..." "Afraid of what?" he demanded, straightening back up and 
walking down by her feet. "Afraid to tell me that you've been out whoring 
around?" 

"The policemen did it," Barbi tried to explain. "I was a virgin until they 
raped me there in the station. I had never done it before." 

"That's a good one," he laughed harshly. "And I don't think I care whether 
it's true or not. Your Uncle Jake tried to tell me before he died that the 
only way to train young girls to do what you say and to always tell the 
truth was to show them who was in charge through a firm hand, discipline and 
even pain. It seems like he knew what he was talking about, and I've been 
nothing but a fool!" 

"No!" she cried, her voice trembling. 

He uncuffed one of her ankles and pulled it over to the other. He unsnapped 
the second one and replaced it with the first. Then he pulled her second leg 
over and bolted it into the clamps where the first one had been. In just a 
few seconds, he had turned her from being chained to the bed on her back to 
being locked tightly, her limbs extended and pulled apart, flat on her 
stomach. 

A rough hand grappled around her side to creep under on her stomach, then 
lifted her lower body from the bed. The firm pillow was jammed under her 
stomach, lifting her naked ass into the air. A cool breeze moved gently 
through the room from the open doorway, and Barbi could feel its soft touch 
on both her asshole and her cunt. Her ass cheeks were open from the 
spreading of her legs, and she knew that both of her tender fuckholes were 
clearly visible. And somewhere back there behind her was her father. She was 
horribly ashamed to be so exposed. 

"Not any secrets now, are there, you little bitch?" he hissed. "Now you 
can't tell me your pussy is stitched closed by virgin flesh. I can see for 
myself the sex juices and male cum just leaking from your hot little fuck 
box. And you're going to push every goddamn bit of that male jism out of 
that cunt and do it before I stop beating your ass!" 

Leather snapped through cloth, and Barbi twisted her head to see him 
whipping his thick leather belt out of the loops of his pants waistband. It 
was a long, black evil-looking thing with a square silver belt buckle at one 
end. 

"Please don't whip me!" his distraught daughter sobbed. "Please don't use 
your belt on me!" 

"I'm going to do a hell of a lot worse than that before we're through, 
Barbi," he barked at her as he doubled the strap and whacked it loudly 
against the palm of one hand. "You just couldn't wait to get out there and 
find out about fucking and sex, and then you thought I was so stupid that 
you could lie to me about it. Your Uncle Jake was right, the only way is to 
show you myself. Then you'll understand all about sex and pain." 

The thick leather strap was slammed down across her naked ass. A stream of 
searing fire cut across her ass cheeks, which were raised from the bed by 
the pillow, and Barbi screamed from the biting pain. 

"Grip down with your cunt muscles and push that male cum from your cunt!" he 
screamed at her, and slashed down with the strap again. 

A second line blazed across her hips, diagonal to the first, and her ass was 
marked with a crimson X. 

"Shove that goddamn stuff out of your pussy!" he screamed. "I want to see 
every fucking drop of it run out of your cunt!" 

Then his words fell away to grunts as his arm rose and fell to whip Barbi's 
ass cheeks. Each time the belt slashed across her abused skin, the young 
girl howled from the shocking pain. Her father wasn't just tapping or 
whipping her, he was lashing her with all of his strength. The blows deeply 
marked her skin and each one was like the burning touch of fire. 

"No, don't, Daddy!" she howled in agony. "Please stop!" 

"Squeeze down and force that cum out!" he demanded. "I'm not going to stop 
until you do." 

Her abdominal muscles cramped as she twisted violently with each crashing 
blow. They gripped, her stomach marked by waves of contracting muscles as 
she brought all of her strength to bear on her poor, recently fucked hole. 
Above, her father's eyes burned brilliantly at the sight of her wriggling 
ass cheeks, the rosebud of her puckered asshole, and the slit surrounding 
her cunthole. And as he watched, her cunt gash closed and quivered, 
puckering the opening to her pussy to force juices out of her little hole. 
It glistened as it dripped, forming a small stream of dribble down toward 
her clit before dropping to the edge of the pillow and onto the sheet. He 
whipped harder and harder, streaking her ass flesh with red lines on top of 
crimson until the residue of her rape the night before finally ran dry. 

By then, Barbi's ass was completely captured in pain. So severe was the 
agony that she didn't even notice that the blows were slowing down. It 
wasn't for several seconds after they completely stopped that she glanced 
back over her shoulder to see her father standing over her, his face locked 
in a savage scowl. 

"Is it out?" she whimpered. 

"It's gone," he confirmed, nodding his head. "There isn't any other man's 
cum in your cunt any more. But you still have a lot to learn, girl. But by 
the time we're through, you won't have to go out in whore's clothing to find 
out about fucking, sucking and pain." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The room was cavernous and, from across it, Barbi had thought the strange 
contraption near one wall was a set of stocks, something the young girl was 
familiar with only from history books and old movies about torture and 
witchcraft. Jonathan Brewer lifted the top half of the wooden brace and 
forced his daughter's neck down onto the large cutout. Her hands went into 
the smaller pair, then he lowered the top half of the stocks into place to 
pin her down. Large metal bolts, out of reach on both sides, completed the 
job. 

Thankfully for Barbi, an old canvas pad protected her knees from the floor, 
and although the holes for her wrists were tight and uncomfortable, at least 
the one for her neck was large enough that she didn't have to worry about 
choking. She was desperate to ask her father what was happening, and what he 
was going to do to her, but after the belting, she was afraid to do anything 
to provoke his anger even more. A painful ache was already growing in her 
back, but she would just have to suffer through; surely it would be over in 
just a little while. 

One of his hands walked the hairline on the back of her neck, and the kiss 
of cold metal between her shoulder blades sent shivers running down her 
spine. Then, with a hard tug on her tank top, her father slowly cut away the 
material of the blouse. It dropped loosely to the floor when the last 
threads of the garment were cut through. Her tits pointed downward from her 
chest, the nipples hard and crinkling in the coolness of the air. Her 
mini-skirt was next, and it too, crumpled to the stone floor. She was 
totally naked now, with her bare ass thrusting up toward the center of the 
room and there was nothing that she could do about it. She couldn't even 
see. When she twisted her head to the side, the stocks blocked her sight. 
She didn't even know where her father was. 

Her face burned. Her teeth gritted. He was back there somewhere, probably 
looking right down at her cunt. Her embarrassment even colored her tits a 
bright crimson. In another moment, he finally appeared, walking around the 
wooden device and pulling a small chair up near her face. He sat down with a 
sigh just a couple of feet from her nose. 

"Why are you doing this to me, Daddy?" she asked. "You make me embarrassed 
to be in this thing with all of my clothes gone." 

"Just shut it up," he said calmly, then reached down to cuff Barbi across 
one cheek with the palm of his hand. 

Her head slammed sideways, banging an ear painfully against the wood. Her 
head rang from the blow, and for a minute she was afraid that she would pass 
out. Tears welled in her eyes and stained her cheeks where they dribbled to 
her chin. 

"Now, you're going to tell me just exactly what happened last night," he 
said without a trace of emotion in his face or voice. "And you're going to 
tell me the truth, because if you don't, I'm going to beat it out of you." 

After the slap, there was no doubt in Barbi's mind that he would do exactly 
what he said. One look into his dark eyes told her that the calm in his 
voice was really a lie, and that the belting of her ass earlier might not 
even compare with what he might do to her now. She gave no thought to 
telling anything but the truth. 

"It all happened after they took me to the police station," Barbi began, 
watching for any reaction in his face. "They questioned me for a while, then 
they put me in a cell and left me there for a long time. Then two of them 
came in. It was terrible, they screamed and cussed at me, then... one of 
them tore off my panties and pushed up my dress. They pushed down my blouse 
and they... they played with me." 

"Played with you?" he barked. "What the hell do you mean by saying 'played 
with you?' Did they play with your tits? If that's what they did, I want you 
to say it. If they stuck fingers up your cunt, I want to goddamn well hear 
about their fingers in your cunt!" 

"I don't want to use those words," she insisted. "When I say them, they make 
me feel all dirty inside." 

His eyes lit up like a refinery fire. "I don't give a shit about how it 
sounds to you. We're no longer playing games, Barbi. When you mean your 
pussy, I want to hear that word. Or gash, cunt, slit, fuck hole or 
something, but don't give me any of the nicey-nice talk. I want to hear 
exactly what happened to you, and I'm going to hear it in real words, even 
if I have to beat the shit out of you to get it!" 

"One of them pinched the nipple of my tit," she sobbed quickly. Her eyes 
were filled with tears. "And the other one... the other one stuck his finger 
up my pussy. I didn't want them to do it, Daddy, but they held me down on 
the cot!" 

"Then what did they do?" he demanded. "Is that when they took off their 
pants and showed you their cocks?" 

Barbi shook her head. "Before that, one of them used his nightstick on me-he 
stuck it in my pussy. Something tore inside me when he did that, and I got 
all bloody. Then they took out their cocks-one of them, anyway. It looked so 
big and ugly!" 

"What about the other one? Didn't he take out his prick, too?" 

"Not right away," Barbi answered with a shake of her head. "The one named 
Carl put a leg over the cot and then stuck his cock into my cunt. But it 
almost wouldn't go because it was so big. But he just kept pushing and 
pushing and pushing. He was tearing my little pussy hole to pieces. Then the 
other one got all excited and took off his pants, too. He sat down on my 
tits and pushed his big cock right into my face. I didn't want to suck it, 
Daddy, but he hit me in the face and rammed it into my mouth when I tried to 
scream." 

"So they fucked you in both the mouth and the cunt?" Jonathan snorted. 

She nodded. "One of them screwed my mouth while the other fucked my pussy. 
And some terrible women in other cells were urging them on." 

"Were their cocks as big as this one?" he said suddenly, a sneer turning up 
one corner of his mouth. "Did they mouth and cunt-fuck you with as much 
cockmeat as your dear old father has right here in his hand?" 

His words were like a slap across her face. She had been watching his eyes, 
and she hadn't paid any attention to the movement of his hand. She stared 
down at his lap now, and panic gripped her tightly about the throat. 

A thick, throbbing shaft of fuckmeat rose from his groin where the top of 
his trousers had been opened and pulled back. The fingers of his right hand 
wrapped around its base, and the material had been pushed low enough to 
expose the hairy sac of his balls. 

Barbi's mouth fell open and she gasped in surprise. The shock was not only 
in seeing her own father's hard prick held before her, it was also its 
enormous size. It was at least a couple of inches longer, and was much 
thicker, than that of either of the two cops who had raped her. Those cocks 
had been huge, she had thought, but then they were the first ones she had 
ever seen. Now her father was waving a prick in front of her that made the 
other two look like what would be found on small boys. His prickhead was 
like a small apple, swollen and almost purple from the engorging blood. How 
in the world that monster could ever be forced into any pussy-much less one 
as small as her own-she just couldn't imagine. 

"Were their cocks as big as this one?" he demanded, breaking through to her 
shocked mind. 

"That's so big!" she whispered in amazement, never taking her eyes off the 
jerking fleshy log. "I've never seen anything that large!" 

"This is a real cock," he said confidently as he rose from his chair and 
pushed his trousers to the floor. 

He kicked his pants and the shoes away, then stripped off his socks. Then, 
sitting back down, he wriggled out of his shirt and tossed it aside. By the 
time he was leaning against the backrest staring down at his daughter's 
face, he was completely naked with an engorged, jerking cock. 

His right hand slowly stroked up and down his swollen prickshaft, his 
fingers moving its skin back and forth. His knowing eyes never left the 
startled face of his daughter, who was mesmerized by the sight of the cock 
that had given her life in her mother's womb. 

"Keep talking," he said to her in a voice that seemed to match cadence with 
the rubbing of his prick. "Tell me what the cop did after he got his dick 
inside your cunt." 

"I... he," she stammered, then gulped hard. "I don't think I can anymore." 

The side of his left foot slammed into the right side of her face, the heel 
catching the side of the jaw roughly and knocking her whole head aside. 

"Tell me what he did with his cock!" her father shouted, his hand now 
clutching tightly on the base of his fuck weapon. 

"He fucked it into my pussy," Barbi mumbled. His hand began to piston again. 
"Its head ran right up my fuck channel and bumped into the rear of my cunt. 
He moved it back and forth..." She watched his hand and gulped again. "He 
stroked it back and forth in my pussy juices just like you're stroking your 
prick." 

Her voice faded, but he urged her on by touching his toes to her neck 
beneath her chin. 

"And then he came," Barbi sputtered. "He shot cum all into my pussy, and it 
was so much that it leaked out and ran down over my asshole. And that was 
the cum that you smelled on your finger." 

"And what about the one that stuck his cock- meat in your mouth? Tell me how 
it felt to have someone fuck you in the face and grind his prick back and 
forth along your tongue." 

"It felt like he shoved a giant salami in there," she whined, wanting to 
look away, but she was captivated by the sight of her father jacking off his 
big prick. "But it didn't taste like that-there wasn't much taste at all. It 
was just kind of a rubbery feel until some little drops leaked from it. And 
right after that, his cock got even bigger, then it was spurting stuff into 
my mouth. It was all sticky and tasted funny." 

His body shifted forward in the chair, then dropped in front of it onto his 
knees. Holding the base of his cock shaft firmly in one hand, he pointed it 
right at Barbi's nose from only a couple of inches away. 

"But it didn't make you stretch your mouth real wide, did it?" he asked in a 
strained voice. "Not as wide as you're going to have to open to get my fuck 
pole in there on your tongue. Isn't that right?" 

She moaned and tried to struggle away from his monster cock. 

"I can't do that," she whined. "You're my father!" 

"What does that mean?" he challenged. "You can suck somebody else, but you 
don't want to eat my cock? If it wasn't for my cock, there wouldn't be any 
horny little bitch just drooling for a taste of some more cum. You ought to 
want to love it, to suck on it with your mouth and lick on it with your 
tongue. It made you what you are today!" 

He leaned forward and slapped his stiff fucker against her left cheek. The 
skin stung where the cock blow had landed. Then he smacked it across the 
right side of her face, cursing at her all the time. 

"Open up, bitch daughter-I'm going to feed you some real cock for a change!" 

She wanted to say no, but when she tried, he plugged her mouth with his big 
prick. Three inches of the rubbery fuck weapon shoved in onto her tongue, 
pushing at the top of her mouth to force open her jaws. A sensation of shock 
ran through her body-her father was actually fucking her in the face! 

There had been no time to protest, and the confining stocks kept her locked 
there barely able to roll her head from side to side. He stopped even that 
when both of his hands cupped her ears and his fingers wrapped around onto 
the back of her head. They pulled, pressing her face down to meet his 
piercing cock. 

"Now you know what a real man feels like when he's fucking your mouth," he 
growled as the thick, fleshy knob at the end of his fuckpole rammed all the 
way to the back of her mouth. It jumped against her teeth, and the small 
movements nudged at the opening to her throat. Her mouth watered and she 
almost gagged on the giant plug of prick before he slowly drew it back 
toward her lips. Only his cockhead remained inside. 

"Now lick it," he demanded and cuffed her on the ears. "Swirl your tongue 
over the end of it and lick it like it's your favorite ice cream cone. I 
want to feel your mouth working, dammit!" 

She was too frightened to do anything but what he had shouted. Cautiously 
she licked all around the tiny pisshole in the end. Her long tongue ran all 
around his cockhead, then lathered his swollen prick knob. Once again, she 
was surprised at the lack of taste, and the mere act of sucking on it wasn't 
unpleasant at all. Perhaps she would have tried it sometime on her own and 
maybe even liked it, but there was too much fear now to even think about 
pleasure. All she was trying to do was keep his harsh belt away from her 
naked ass. 

"Suck on it like a straw," he urged. "Clamp down on it with your lips like 
you are trying to pull the cum right up out of my balls!" 

Her mouth closed down on it, her cheeks sinking in to try to increase the 
pressure. When her father groaned deeply, she knew that she must be doing it 
at least partially right. She tried to imagine sucking up a thick milk shake 
through a straw, and her lips tugged tightly around his cockshaft. 

"Run your lips up and down it while you keep on sucking," he sighed and 
wrapped his fingers tightly in her hair. 

Her face was lifted, then forced down. Her mouth remained locked around his 
fuckpole and the sliding pressure made his entire body tense. 

"You are a fucking bitch!" he hissed through closed teeth and forced her 
face up and down again. His hips thrust up from the chair. "Your goddamn 
mouth feels just like a hot, tight pussy," he declared. "You're a goddamn 
good cock-licker, and you're sucking on your father's prick!" 

But by now he was fucking her face far more than Barbi was eating prick. His 
hands jerked her head backward then forced it down to slide his marauding 
cockshaft to the back of her mouth. His hips rocked forward, trying to ram 
his cock even farther, and its tip beat a rhythm at the opening of her 
throat. The hard flesh sloshed noisily in her saliva and glided in the 
silkiness of her mouth. Barbi tried to open even wider, hoping to relieve 
some of the pounding of her tender throat, but that only seemed to encourage 
him to try to bury it even deeper. 

"That's cock-sucking!" he bellowed and beat on the floor with his heels. 
"But there's something even better-I'm about to deep-fuck your throat. I'm 
going to shove it all the way down your neck!" Impossible! Barbi thought. 
Nothing that big and thick could possibly go down her throat. She would 
choke and strangle to death! 

She tried to shout, to warn him, but the words were smothered by his 
rampaging cock. Her mouth was stuffed so full, that barely a sound could 
erupt, and that was little more than a groan. Once again, he thrust his hips 
forward while pushing at the back of her head. The pressure where the tip of 
his cockhead wedged against the opening of her throat grew unbearable. 

Barbi sniffed short jerks of life-giving air through her nose and tried to 
gulp down some of the saliva that was flooding the back of her mouth. But 
the attempt to swallow gave just enough leeway for half of his cockhead to 
push brutally into her throat. Instant panic hit her. It was like trying to 
swallow a telephone pole! Pain seared the back of her mouth and ran into her 
throat. 

But the breach had been made, and her father howled as he wrapped his 
forearms around her head. The strength of his arms crushed down on her and 
the muscles of her throat were simply no match. Slowly the rest of his 
fuckrod wedged into her gullet. Then, with an involuntary gulp, Barbi 
swallowed the first three inches of his cock. 

It was unbelievable. Her breath was gone. Her throat tried to scream but no 
sound could escape. And still the pressure was on the back of her head and 
more of the choking fuckmeat was being forced inside. 

"You're deep-throating my prick!" he shouted. "I'm fucking so far down there 
I'm almost to your belly!" 

His plugging cock seemed to be swelling even larger. His balls jerked in 
their swinging sac and slapped against her chin as they began to pulse sperm 
up into his fucker. The first white glob of it rocketed from the end of his 
cock. 

"I'm cumming!" he shouted and forced her face down until her lips were in 
his pubic hair. "I'm shooting off right down your throat!" 

Again and again, the thick jism blasted from the end of his prick, sending 
the stuff flowing all the way to her stomach. And still it kept erupting, 
pulse wave after pulse wave pumping down the shaft. Barbi's face was turning 
blue from the lack of air before her dad's orgasm finally faded away. 

His body collapsed backward, his ass landing on his heels. His thick 
cockshaft drew back and gave an audible pop when it left her throat. Barbi's 
lungs gasped in air as his softening prick slid completely from her lips. 
Before her, her father collapsed onto the floor, pushing the chair out of 
the way. 

She too, wanted to fall, to lie there and recapture her strength, but the 
stocks kept her up, locking her arms and head uncomfortably so she couldn't 
even rest. It wasn't fair, she thought. It simply wasn't fair! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Before Barbi was released from the grips of the stocks, her father placed an 
inch-wide spiked collar around her neck and buckled it tightly against her 
throat. It was black, with sturdy steel pegs that narrowed to sharp points 
spaced just a half-inch apart. A shiny dog chain, perhaps five feet in 
length, was clasped to the collar's ring, and her father grasped the leather 
strap built on the far end as he unlocked the top section of the stocks and 
freed her hands and arms. As Barbi backed away from the infernal torture 
device, he gathered up an ebony riding crop in his other fist. When Barbi 
tried to rise to her feet, he whipped the cane down sharply across her bare 
ass. 

"Who told you that you could get to your feet?" her father screamed, then 
lashed her naked ass again with the crop. "You go out whoring like a bitch 
dog in heat, so you can learn to get around like one too." 

"The floor hurts my hands and knees!" Barbi whined, lowering her face so her 
tears wouldn't show. 

"That's it," he hissed. "You're whining like a bitch dog, too. You're going 
to learn real quick!" 

The dog chain was yanked and the front of the collar bit sharply into the 
skin of her neck. The silver buckle cut into her throat. 

"Now lick my hand like a good bitch!" he growled, jerking on the chain 
again. Barbi's face was pulled up from the floor to where his hand dangled. 
Clasped in its fingers was the wicked riding crop. 

"Get your tongue out and lick it," he threatened, "or I'll whip you half to 
death with this rod. If you're going to act like a whoring bitch, you're 
damn sure going to learn to be like one!" 

He held the back of his hand up to her face and yanked the chain quickly 
several times. Each time the hasp bit deeply into her skin and the last time 
blocked off her breath. 

Her mouth was open, trying to breathe as the back of his palm roughly banged 
into her chin and nose. The whip dangled from his fingers and rode down the 
length of her left arm. Barbi feared it, and knew that she couldn't stand up 
to its blows. So even though even the thought shamed and humiliated her, 
there was little that she could do except degrade herself by licking his 
hand like a dog. 

Her tongue crept out between parched lips and touched its tip to the skin on 
the back of his palm. Her eyes closed, as if that could block out the 
mortification. Then she licked the hair on the back of his hand, leaving the 
faintest trail of saliva in its wake. 

"That's right," he said in triumph. "Lap the hand that can beat you! Show 
obedience to your master!" 

Her tongue stroked faster over his skin, the harsh demand in his voice 
chilling her very soul. No longer did he seem the father who had always 
tried to comfort her, and who looked on with frustrated patience when she 
refused to do what he would say. In the past, Barbi had tolerated his 
assumed control over her when she wanted, but had rejected it when she 
desired. But this man was no longer the soft-hearted person she could 
manipulate. Now he stood there, firm and threatening, like a sire who had 
fathered her in older, harsher days, a figure who caused near-panic to grip 
tightly in her guts. She had no idea what he would do if she crossed him; 
she was afraid to even imagine the consequences of any defiance. 

His skin glistened with her saliva as her tongue bathed along each of his 
fingers. Her eyes opened and she was looking directly at the shaft of the 
whip. 

"Now make love to the riding crop," he ordered. "Lick its leather just like 
it was a long, narrow black cock that's going to caress your body. 
Tongue-bathe the rod that's going to tease at your skin. Suck on the 
instrument that's going to make brutal love to the whoring bitch!" 

She hesitated, her tongue on the back of his fingernails and her eyes locked 
in fear on the blackness of the riding crop. Then his fingers slapped back 
against her open lips, urging her to pay homage to her own impending pain. 

Slowly, she licked along its hard stiffness, then closed her lips around a 
section of the narrow shaft. Something pulsed through her body like a 
blinding light, shocking her insides like a wave that moved from her mouth, 
clear down her trunk. Everything was suddenly crystal sharp, even down to 
the dust particles on the ground, but then it was all washed away to be 
clouded by the tears in her eyes. Almost involuntarily, her lips moved down 
the slender stalk while her mind revolted at the thought. It was as if her 
mouth had made a decision of its own to pay respect to the evil thing in 
order to keep it from lashing the rest of her skin. 

Her ass quivered high in the air as her face slid down the whipping wand 
toward its tip next to the floor. The nipples of her tits swelled in 
recognition of the unnatural act as they were slowly lowered toward the 
stone floor. Her cunthair scratched at the inside of her thighs as her hips 
worked backwards. Something was alive in Barbi's body, making it tingle, and 
her saliva flowed freely now as her mouth bathed along the entire 
threatening shaft. 

With agonizing slowness, its tip slid through her lips as her father pulled 
on the handle above. Gone now was the rigid stiffness as it neared its end, 
then finally, the kiss of its leather was gone. Barbi's face collapsed down 
onto the back of her hands as she panted and tried to recapture her 
long-held breath. Tears stung her eyes, and dust mingled with their wetness 
across her cheeks. Her mouth hung open against her own skin, awash in the 
combined taste of leather and flesh. 

The tip of the riding crop trailed back, leaving a mark in the wet dust on 
her cheek. It lightly caressed her skin, not stopping until it reached her 
right ear and swirled around it. Then it gently probed the opening, sliding 
in halfway to her eardrum before retreating to the outside. It followed her 
hairline down to her neck. It crossed her throat in a motion like a knife, 
symbolically cutting away her life. Moving upward, it circled onto her right 
shoulder then across the top of her upturned back. 

Its tip was a mixture of threatened pain and pleasure as it lingered in the 
small of her back. Barbi's throat clutched in fear, but her pussy started 
running hot from her father's enticing caress. The channel of her cunthole 
was awash with stimulated juices, and the young girl was completely confused 
over her conflicting reactions. 

The end of his whip crossed her ass cheeks, sending them into goose bumps. 
Then it found the brown rosebud of her asshole, strumming around the 
wrinkled skin, then poking right in the center. Barbi's cheeks flushed hot, 
and she knew they were red, so she moved her face behind the backs of her 
hands so her father wouldn't see her awful embarrassment. But there was 
nothing she could do about the heat of the cheeks of her ass, and she was 
afraid that they were flashing the signals of her total humiliation. 

Jonathon prodded it forward into her ass. Barbi scrunched her ass cheeks 
together but the shaft of the whip was too small to be resisted. The tiny 
tip continued to drill its way into her unprotected asshole, and there was 
nothing she could do without enraging her father and feeling the bite of the 
whip in a much harsher way. 

But it stopped without penetrating deeply. As if proving to her that it 
could corn-hole her ass was enough by itself, the wicked instrument in her 
father's hand withdrew to settle into her pussy slit. 

"Hike your ass higher," her father growled, and the end of the whip slapped 
painfully into her gaping pussy. 

Barbi winced from its torturing kiss, then tucked her knees farther forward 
to thrust up her ass. It was stuck right up there for him to see, her 
asshole and cunt completely exposed. Never had she even dreamed of ever 
being in this position in front of anyone, much less her own father! 

Her cut, that bud of tingling sexual nerves, was its first target as it 
nosed its way up into the hood of skin that covered the hiding little nub. 
When her fuck bud was touched, a jolt like an electrical charge shot through 
Barbi's cunt. Tears squeezed out of her eyes. 

The pressure traveled the length of her pussy slit, looping through the 
tender inner lips and zeroing in on her cunthole. The juices there greeted 
it and welcomed it in, the end of the riding crop sliding easily into her 
slick fuck channel. She gasped at its penetration as it ran clear up against 
the end of her pussy pocket. The roughness of the leather strummed at the 
sensitive flesh of her cunt walls, causing even more of the lubricating 
fluid to flood her pussy. Slowly, the narrow wand pulled back, then rode 
forward as it began to piston inside her like a long, thin cock. Her father 
was fucking her cunt with the end of his whip! 

But that wasn't enough for the lust-filled man toying with his daughter's 
hot, slick pussy. His breaths came rapidly as he watched the crop disappear 
into her fuckhole. Then the tip emerged, riding back out of her distended 
pussy lips. Barbi glanced back over her shoulder to where he stood. 

An angry red erection seemed to stretch the skin of his cock until Barbi 
thought it might split. The bludgeoning cockhead at its end had turned 
almost purple from being engorged with blood. It was like a club hovering 
high above her ass, and the size of it was almost enough to make Barbi 
choke. Already the throbbing monster had been forced into her throat, and 
from the looks of it jerking there before his body, some other hole was 
about to receive its length. 

Her father disappeared from view when he walked directly behind her, but 
Barbi could hear him drop to his knees. Both hands rubbed across her ass 
cheeks, drawing both the riding crop and the leash along her creamy skin. 
His thumbs caught both sides of the crack of her ass and pulled, opening her 
asshole up. The skin of her puckered asshole stretched tightly, and her 
pussy gash was parted enough that the cool air kissed at the inside of its 
lips. 

"Please don't do that, Daddy," Barbi groaned, and tried to wiggle her hips 
out of his grasp. 

The hand with the whip lifted from her skin and the rod crashed down sharply 
across the lower part of her back. A searing weal remained in its wake. Then 
the chain on the collar was jerked tight, pulling the leather across her 
throat and cutting off her breath. 

"You keep your mouth closed!" he hissed softly at her. 

Her chin tucked in, trying to get some relief, but the spikes nearly 
punctured her skin. 

"I don't want to hear any complaints about you being on your hands and knees 
with your ass stuck out in the air," he snarled at her. "If you're going to 
go out on the street fucking like a goddamn bitch dog, then you're going to 
act that way here too. You're going to hike that cunt up for me to see, and 
when I fuck you, it's going to be like a dog's dick pounding into you from 
the rear." 

His hand slackened the chain, and the leather stopped biting into her 
throat. She heaved air into her lungs. 

"Now," he continued, "I want you to tell me that you want to be fucked like 
a bitch dog. Tell me you want my cock to screw into you like you were a 
common cur. You say it or I'm going to choke you to death with that collar!" 

A yank on the shackles tugged the leather deeply into her neck again, 
cutting off her breath with searing pain. Quickly it was loosened, but when 
she didn't immediately speak, she was choked again. It fell slack once more. 

"If I have to pull it again," he vowed, "I'm not going to let go. I advise 
you to start talking right now." 

"I want you to... to treat me like a bitch," she stuttered weakly. 

"That isn't what I said," he threatened. 

"Screw me like a bitch dog!" she suddenly shrieked, her voice echoing around 
the room. "Fuck your cock into me like I was a slutty whore! Treat me like I 
was a dog! Stick your cock into my bitch cunt!" 

The words poured from her like water through a broken dike. Fear urged her 
on, overcoming her embarrassment, and it made her shout things she had not 
even thought of before. Her mind dropped right into the sewer as the crude 
fuck words tumbled from her mouth. 

"Fuck me! I'm a slutty bitch dog you've caught with your chain. Dick me from 
the rear and shove that horse cock into my cunt! Do it to me now! Make me 
grovel in the dirt while you fuck my pussy! Make me act like a goddamn bitch 
dog!" 

Jonathan's swollen cockhead bumped into her open juicy cunt, and Barbi 
gasped at the size of the huge fuck pole that was threatening to plow into 
her poor pussy. She whimpered in terror as the bulbous cock flesh pushed at 
her near-virgin cunthole, forcing its tip with its evil-slitted eye into the 
mouth of the opening. Her tight circle of cunt muscles rippled along his 
cockhead then sucked down onto his cockshaft. With just that much of the 
monstrous battering ram stuck in her, already her cunthole felt stretched 
beyond belief. Even her lubricating juices didn't seem to help very much. It 
hurt and the pressure never let up. 

Just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped with only half of 
the mighty shaft buried in her pussy. She bucked forward, trying to escape 
his raping cock, but her father jerked back on the chain. She was held 
there, hurting and now without breath. 

The chain pulled harder, cutting the leather into her neck and bending her 
head back over her shoulders. She couldn't take it any more, so she did the 
only thing left to her to find her labored breath. She backed into him, 
pressing her body back onto his. And as she did, her cunthole was impaled 
deeper onto his enormous cock. Her own energy was being used to screw the 
painful thing into her pussy channel. 

Finally his cockhead bumped into the end of her cunt. It was buried clear to 
the opening of her womb. Suddenly the chain was released, and she fell 
forward onto her face. His penetrating cockshaft pulled backward in her 
tight pussy. Then the pull of the chain lifted the front of her body and she 
screwed herself back onto his rampaging fucker. Once more, the pressure was 
released and she rocked forward, this time, catching herself with her hands. 

Anticipating the return of the choking, Barbi swayed, accepting his spearing 
fuckshaft deeply into her pussyhole. And as if the pain and the garroting 
had already trained her, she leaned away from her father's sweating groin. 

As long as she was locked into the swaying, fucking motion, the only pain 
she felt was the savaging of her cunt by the evil shaft. Each time she 
slowed however, the chain was snapped tight and cut off her breath. 

"That's a hot cunt you're whipping my prick with," he groaned, keeping the 
chain taut without choking her. "Moving like that, it's just like a mouth 
eating on my fuckmeat." 

His lewd words were like a slap in the face. Not only was she being fucked 
against her will, it was incest, besides. It was her father's cock that was 
inside her, and she was rocking back onto it like she was in heat. Her ass 
froze, locking into place without motion. 

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted. "Get that goddamn ass moving or 
I'm going to beat it with my whip!" 

"Please don't make me do it," Barbi begged, trembling on hands and knees, 
his big cock in her cunt. 

The whip was his answer. It slashed across her ass cheeks. The stick rose 
and fell again, leaving another ugly slash mark alongside the other one in 
the flesh of her ass. 

"Noo!" she screamed, her entire body bucking from the pain. 

Almost unwittingly, she began to screw her pussy back on his long thick cock 
once again. But even then, the lashing didn't stop. She fucked faster, 
hoping that it was what he wanted. The lower half of her body was jerking, 
twisting her clutching teenaged cunt all around his invading prickmeat. 

"That's right," he hissed and the whip fell quiet again. 

His cockhead felt like a small fist beating into the end of her cunt channel 
and his cockshaft pulled at the gripping skin. Her furious fucking was 
beginning to affect him and, in her pussy, his cock had begun to swell. The 
added pressure made her screw even harder, riding herself up and down the 
shaft to stimulate it fiercely in spite of the juices that were running from 
her cunt. 

"Fuck me, bitch dog!" he howled, his monstrous cock stuffing her completely 
full. 

Her neck was sore from the collar, and her ass burned from the lash of his 
whip. His swollen cock felt even longer and larger, and her father now 
banged into her. Her cunt was sending wild messages, confusing the pain with 
a perverse kind of pleasure. Nerve-endings tickled and shot sparks through 
her flesh, and something burned clear to the base of her spine. Her whole 
body felt as if it was about to explode. 

"I'm going to cum!" he shouted and slammed into her again. "I'm going to 
blast my cum right into my own daughter's cunt!" 

And it came pouring from his cock. The sticky gunk splashed hotly against 
the end of her pussy and sent sensations ripping through her cunt and ass. 
Her pussy walls grasped down on the pulsing monster as it milked the jism 
from his balls. 

Barbi howled, her guts feeling that they would tear as all of the nerves in 
her lower body fired at the same time. Pussy juice spurted down his fucking 
shaft, then there was an eruption in her body that she didn't come close to 
understanding. It knocked her flat on her face, and she lay there jerking 
and twitching as his cock hammered into her cunt. Saliva leaked from the 
corners of her mouth as she quivered, her ass bucking and leaping through 
her cum. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It was the most unusual chair she had ever seen in her life. A depression 
was carved out of its seat, and two holes, front and back, were sunk in the 
slight hollow. Her father forced her naked ass down onto it, then worked 
with clamps and slides until the cavity fit her hips. A wedge of wood in the 
front forced her legs slightly apart where a strap clamped down her thighs. 
Another black band of leather wrapped around the back of the chair and held 
her body in place. One more for her feet, then she tried to wiggle against 
the bindings and found she couldn't move her lower body at all. 

The two holes in the seat surprised her by nestling right up to her asshole 
and the opening into her cunt. At both places she could feel the open circle 
as it zeroed in like the aiming of a gun. 

But the holes weren't the only surprise as her father worked at both sides 
and rear. He pulled up two platforms that swung out and met in front of her, 
pushing tightly into her armpits. A clamp held them together beneath, and 
they formed a wide desk or table top that blocked the rest of her body away 
from her head, shoulders and arms. It was uncomfortable, to say the very 
least, with her tits suspended just below the contraption, but there was 
nothing Barbi could do except extend her arms out almost level with her 
face. 

Her father was still naked. Coarse, curly black hair was matted on his 
chest, but she couldn't see below his waist. He snapped three buttons to the 
top of the platform near its front edge. One of them was far down each side 
of the boards while one was directly in front of her face. 

He stood back and motioned toward his daughter. Barbi reached out for the 
one to her left. She touched it and used the other arm to finger the one on 
the right. He nodded his head and she tapped the one in front. All of them 
were in reach, but not at the same time. Using both hands, she could depress 
two of the red buttons, but she had to let go of one to reach the third.
 "What's going on, Daddy?" she pleaded. 

"Just something to show you that you can't get everything at one time," he 
replied with a crooked smile. 

She yelped as something bit the nipples of her tits. It felt like they were 
caught in tiny metal teeth. 

"The alligator clips will make them numb in just a minute," he said 
matter-of-factly as he raised his head back up over the platform. 

Barbi wanted to knock away the painful connections, but there was no way to 
even come close to them. The platform above her tits had obviously been 
designed for just such a purpose as this, and she could neither touch nor 
interfere with anything that was going on with her body. 

"Now I'll show you how it works," he grinned. 

A switch was on the right side of the chair and he flipped it on. 
Electricity jolted through one of the clips into her right tit. Her nipple 
was seared as the entire mound of teenaged tit-flesh leaped in response to 
the shock. She couldn't see what was happening, but her tit felt like it had 
been thrust into a light socket. 

"Push the button on the right," he called to her. Her right hand slapped out 
at the far button. Immediately, the electricity ceased to flow. 

"As long as you hold down that button, the electricity can't get through," 
he chuckled. "But if you let it go, it's going to shock the shit out of your 
right tit." 

He stepped across the front of the chair and reached down to the left side 
of the chair. A soft click echoed up, then current flashed into her left 
fit. Once again, her nipple seemed to burn. Without waiting to be told, her 
left hand jerked out and slapped down the button on that side. The flow of 
electricity shut off almost as quickly as it began. 

"You learn quickly, Daughter," he laughed. 

Barbi's palms rested on both of the buttons as her fingers quivered. The 
features of her father's face seemed twisted somehow, as he glanced at her. 
She had never seen him like this before, and she had no idea what he might 
do. But she did know that she had to hold down those two buttons to keep the 
power from ripping into her tits. 

There was a third button, and it was on this which Barbi's eyes fell. It was 
straight in front of her face, and as her arms fanned out to reach the 
buttons at the sides, her chin rested on the boards and put the small red 
disc in line with her eyes. 

"You're wondering why, aren't you?" he taunted her, leaning down and peering 
past the button into her eyes. "You want to know what the third one is all 
about? I don't think you will like it," he laughed. "Because it's for that 
third hand that you simply don't have." 

"Please don't!" Barbi whined. 

"You don't even know what it is yet," he reminded her. "Who knows? Perhaps 
you'll even like it. But if you don't, all you have to do is push down this 
little button to make it stop." 

His hand dipped to the front of the chair and Barbi heard the sound of 
another thrown switch. But, unlike the ones for the electricity, nothing 
seemed to happen immediately. Then there was a rumble right below her naked 
ass. 

"Ouch!" Barbi squawked at the sudden thrust. 

Something had punched against her cunthole and caused her to start. Before 
she could completely recover, the same type of nudge struck the center of 
her asshole. 

"What's happening?" she squealed. 

Something bumped at her pussy again. It still didn't penetrate, but it was 
more of a jab than the first one had been. Following quickly behind it was 
another poke in the ass. 

Jonathan laughed and turned his back on her, ignoring the pleas of his 
teenaged daughter. Once again, her cunt was probed, and Barbi realized that 
it must be some kind of shaft rising from one of the holes. It spread her 
pussy lips and was big enough to hurt, but it wasn't thick as her father's 
cock had been. If only her cunt wasn't so dry! Another bolt of the same size 
rammed her ass with the tip centered on the hole of her shitter. 

"No, Daddy," she begged toward the back of the man. "It's going to hurt me 
since I'm so dry." 

He whirled toward her, his eyes fiery and wide. "Then press the goddamn 
button!" he growled. "That'll stop both of them." 

The first shaft entered a half-inch into her arid cunt, then the other 
parted her parched asshole and drove its tip inside. Barbi screamed from the 
tearing sensation splitting both of the dry holes, and both hands leaped for 
the button in front of her face. 

"Aeii!" she shrieked as the electrical current tore into her tits, sending 
them leaping around from the shock. Both hands flew back again to jam down 
on the sides to cut the flow of power. 

An inch of false cock rammed into her cunt, then her asshole was torn by the 
phony prick shoving through her wrinkled ass ring. 

"No!" she cried from the piercing pain, and her right hand shot back to the 
center button. 

Both dildos retreated when she slapped down on the button, but Barbi was 
hardly aware of the relief. Her right tit felt like it was being torn from 
her chest. The electricity was too much, and made her hand retreat, and the 
dildos slammed alternately back into her cunthole and ass. 

Tears rushed to her eyes and poured down her cheeks. The double-dicks 
pistoned into the lower part of her body, seemingly bent on ripping her 
apart. Only an inch of flesh separated the two battered holes, and the false 
cocks were beating into her so rapidly now that she hardly knew what would 
be fucking her next. 

Her asshole was as virgin as her pussy had been before, and there had been 
no previous cocks there to pave the way. Six inches of the long shaft were 
now pistoning into her shitter, and each stroke pulled and tugged at her 
clinging skin. Her cunt hurt also, but at least it had its own natural 
juices; her asshole had no such protection. Each time the thing tore into 
her ass, a moan burst from her chest. The intrusion into her cunt had become 
almost incidental now, even though eight inches of the fucking shaft was 
trying to bury itself into her pussy. Finally, she could take no more. Both 
hands whipped from the side and slammed down on the button in front. 
Quickly, the stabbing of her ass stopped, but it came at a shocking price. 
Electrical current poured back into both of her tits and ripped at her 
chest. 

"I can't stand it!" she screamed as her left hand covered the button at the 
side. 

One tit bounced to a stop, but the right one was still locked in the 
circuit. Her other hand jolted over and broke the current, but the dildos 
slammed back into her asshole and cunt. 

"Please!" she yelped as eight inches of the phony cocks buried alternately 
in her pussy and ass. 

Her hands flew forward and smashed down on the control in front. The cunt 
and assfucking beasts ground to a halt as her tits lit up once again from 
the surge of power. Her entire body jerked, not just the mounds on her 
chest. And, unbelievably, the double-cocks began to beat back into her pussy 
and ass. She was out of control, her mind running wild. She no longer could 
even think about buttons to stop the pain. 

Then, just before she was lost completely to the shock and pain, all of it 
was suddenly gone. Large, masculine hands pawed over her skin as they worked 
to free her young, tortured body from the diabolical device. When the final 
strap fell away, a tug on both arms pitched her out of the chair and onto 
her face on the thick canvas mat covering the stone floor. The jolt to her 
forehead and tits hardly seemed to matter at all-she was free from the 
surging electrical power and from the fucking and corn-holing machine. 
Weakly, she raised her head, searching for whoever had saved her from the 
accursed thing. 

She looked right into the evil-slitted eye of the swollen head of her 
father's prick. His large fist held the stiff shaft and pointed it directly 
at her mouth. 

"Open your lips," he growled at her. "You're not going to get off that easy, 
you bitch. You're going to wet down my cock so I can fuck you in the ass!" 

When her lips parted to protest, his throbbing cockhead was forced between 
her lips and in over her tongue. Barbi gasped and closed her jaws around it, 
more out of exhaustion than any effort to please or comply. His thick shaft 
was ramrodding into her saliva, banging against the opening of her throat as 
her father made sure that his big fucker was well lathered down. Then he 
pulled it from her lips with an audible pop and crawled around and forced 
apart her legs. 

Fingers grasped around her sides and pulled up on the flanges of her 
hipbones so that Barbi's naked little ass rose up to his throbbing fuck 
meat. With a single shove, it burst through her battered assring and buried 
deeply into her guts. The dildo had been bad enough, but it didn't compare 
with the corn-holing cock that her father was now shoving up her ass. It 
felt like a telephone pole was impaling her almost to her throat, but Barbi 
was too beaten and drained to scream in protest. Pain gripped the entire 
lower half of her bruised body, but there was not even the relief of crying 
out against the torture. 

"It loosened your goddamn shithole enough for my prick!" he laughed loudly 
as his fuck pole glided back until only his cockhead was lodged in her ass. 
"I've fucked your throat, and I've fucked your cunthole, and now your horny 
little ass is going to get a taste of my cum! Hold on tight, you little 
bitch-I'm going to give you the corn-holing of your life!" 

Her face grated against the roughness of the canvas as her father pistoned 
his swollen cock in her ass. The cockhead at the end of his shaft ground 
deeply into her shit-chute, stirring among her shit, and churning her 
insides to brown butter. Never had Barbi imagined in even her wildest 
thoughts that anyone would ever fuck her in the ass. Not even in her most 
frightening dreams when her sleeping mind had stirred up terrible nightmares 
of being raped and abused. It was always her teenaged cunt, and never her 
asshole, that had been at the root of those wicked desires and lusts. She 
was totally unprepared and the rampaging, corn-holing cock couldn't have 
been a more frightening surprise. 

And it had come at a time when she was totally beaten down, not even able to 
voice a single protest or even to try to roll away. And it wasn't some 
dreaded stranger back there, it was her father-the man she had lived with 
all of her life -that was spearing the fucking, tearing shaft into her ass. 
It was more than Barbi could believe. 

But the pain was certainly real. The dildo had loosened up her shit chute, 
stretching her enough so his cock could be forced inside, but her young body 
was still too small to accept his monstrous prick in her ass without feeling 
like it was being torn apart. Each of the thrusts jabbed into her like a 
knife, and she felt pierced clear into her guts. And the harder and faster 
that he jammed the brutal thing into her, the more stimulated and excited 
that he became. With that thrill of penetration, his lust was being driven 
to explosive heights, and all that Barbi could do was grip canvas in both of 
her hands and try to hang on. 

"I can see my cock sinking into your asshole," he breathed heavily as he 
slowed his stroke. "Do you feel it? Do you feel the shaft of it coming out 
and only the cockhead sticking inside? Damn, my prick looks so good stuck in 
your little shithole just enough to hold it spread apart!" 

Barbi could see it in her mind. She certainly could feel it in her ass. 
Images of that male fuck pole came back from the times it had been stuck in 
her face, and she could imagine its helmeted flesh just nosing into her 
lower asshole. From the sound of his words, it was a sight that was turning 
him on. Her stretched asshole would be flowering out around it, and in the 
light of the room, he could look straight down and see himself corn-holing 
into her ass. 

"Your goddamn asshole is sucking on my prick," he hissed through his teeth. 
"Your shitter is milking my cock like it wants to drink my cum!" 

He slammed harshly back into her ass, then moved with long, even strokes 
that traveled the length of his prick. Barbi could feel the fucking monster 
swelling even further in her asshole, and she knew that it heralded a 
scalding blast of male cum. 

She had felt it in her throat and in her pussy, and now she welcomed it in 
her ass. If nothing else, blessed relief from the pounding pain lay just on 
the other side of his exploding nuts. 

Jonathan Brewer howled at the intense pleasure as his cock erupted with cum. 
Barbi moaned with each of his cumming strokes, glad that the time of escape 
had finally arrived. And when he finally pumped dry and his prick began to 
soften in her ass, she collapsed forward onto the canvas on the floor. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

For the first time in what seemed like days, Barbi was allowed to sleep. Her 
bruised and battered body sprawled naked out on the rumpled canvas cover of 
the mat and slowly repaired itself through deep rest. Occasionally a muscle 
spasm jerked an arm or leg, but most of the time her body was frozen 
motionless in the sleep of the dead. Only the slight rising and falling of 
her chest indicated that the teenaged girl was still alive. Day led into 
evening, and the evening into the long hours of night, and still Barbi 
remained unconscious, locked away in a safer world of her dreams. 

Even the bright, burning lights from the walls of the cavernous room drew 
only a muffled moan from the young girl as she stretched, then rolled over 
so the brightness would no longer trouble her sleeping eyes. 

A rough nudge on her naked ass by her father's unshod foot intruded on her 
slumber. After his third kick on her ass was harder than the others, Barbi's 
eyelids finally fluttered and rose. 

It was hard to see in the brightness after sleeping for so long, and all she 
could recognize of her father was his naked outline standing above her with 
more lights at his back. She shaded her eyes. From her place on the floor, 
he looked ten feet tall. 

"It's time to get up," he said firmly, using the toes of one foot to 
emphasize his words. 

The pressure in her ribs caused her to wince, and she tried to twist away 
from the demanding man. But his other foot stepped over her waist and 
blocked her way. He straddled her, glancing down past his huge, pendulous 
cock. 

"Come over here," he commanded, and reached down to grab one of her thin 
wrists in his large fist. 

Stepping back, he pulled her with him and dragged her to her feet. Her knees 
were weak and trembling and she almost collapsed, but his fingers twisted 
against the skin beneath her palm and levered her back erect. If she fell 
now, it might even break her arm. Her legs stumbled and she followed him 
until they reached a contraption of wood that took up one-third of one wall. 

Two wide beams had been riveted together where they met, and crossed halfway 
down their lengths. The double-angles they formed were only about thirty 
degrees and there were slotted grooves with metal clamps near all four ends 
of the beams. At the center, they were notched to form a moveable joint that 
could rotate them through larger arcs. There, too, were three-inch black 
leather straps with wide silver buckles and brass eyes. Four chains rose 
from the ends to the ceiling, where they disappeared into a large mechanical 
box. 

As Barbi's eyes followed the rise of the chains, her father pushed her 
toward the brace, then turned her around. The closest two ends of the cross 
were nearest the floor, and the whole thing leaned upward at a gentle angle. 

Jonathan Brewer backed his teenaged daughter against the frame, positioning 
her naked ass right at the center hinge. Loosening the catches on the bottom 
arm, he slid the clamps upward until they rested against Barbi's ankles. 
With a rapid click, he snapped one, then the other into place, lifting the 
young girl from the floor and actually binding her to the device. He pulled 
one hand up and bolted it by the wrist to one of the upper extensions, then 
he clasped the other into place in the fourth clamp. 

Now Barbi was suspended completely on the framework, her ass slightly 
draping between two of the legs from the center hinge. One large strap was 
then snapped tightly around her waist with the other locked down across her 
body just below her tits. She was as naked as a newly hatched bird and 
couldn't move at all. Once again her father had immobilized her and put her 
completely within his control. 

"Daddy, what are you going to do to me?" Barbi whined. "You've already 
fucked my mouth, pussy and ass." 

"So you think that's all there is to this?" he challenged, then shook his 
head at the confused look on her face. 

His hand rested on one of two levers rising up from a control box several 
feet beyond her iron-bound feet. When the handle was pulled slightly toward 
him, the chains clanked and began to lift up the end of the crossed bars on 
the side of her clamped feet. Slowly her legs were drawn up to where they 
were level with her head and the rest of her body. Then he righted the 
handle and stopped her when she was stretched out level on the wooden 
cross-ties above the floor. When he stepped up to her between her softly 
parted legs, her body was even with his wrist. 

"What are you doing? I don't understand!" 

"That's your biggest goddamn problem," he swore at her. "None of you kids 
today have any idea what anything's all about. You think the world owes you 
something, and that all you have to do is grab what you want and do what you 
please. You never stop to think that everything you snatch up has to 
originally belong to someone else. And every freedom that you demand and rip 
away is taken from somebody's guts. You haven't stopped to think about that, 
have you?" 

"I don't know what you mean!" she squealed, trying to strain at her 
bindings. "And what's this thing? What's it for and what are you going to 
do?" 

"It is an interesting device, isn't it?" he said without expecting an 
answer, and ignoring the rest of her questions. "It's something that your 
Uncle Jake used to call his 'scissors' before he died. He said he could 
strap a young girl to this thing and everything she told him was guaranteed 
to be the truth-after she saw what it could do, she was afraid to lie." 

"I won't lie to you, Daddy," Barbi promised earnestly. 

"But you already have, haven't you, Barbi?" he said with an edge in his 
voice. "You told me you were still a virgin and then I find male cum inside 
your cunt. You think you can hide behind those lies and nobody will see. But 
what you have to learn is that there's nothing to conceal yourself with 
around me. It's all gone! You can't hide anything!" 

He palmed one of the levers on the control box again, and the heavy chains 
jerked and began moving. The two extensions that bound her leg rose faster 
than the other two, so that by the time he turned them off, her naked cunt 
rose up level with the top of his belly. Her hips were off the centerpiece 
and her ass hung slightly down, arching her tender young pussy muff right 
toward him. 

His fingers sought the side of the mid-point of the crossed beams and 
clicked a small switch there. Slowly, the angle at top and bottom splayed 
outward to stretch her arms and legs apart. He didn't stop them until they 
had stretched the young girl enough to cause a tightness in her crotch. 

"It's just like this pussy hair," he said to her as the beams once more came 
to rest, this time with her body pulled into the shape of an X. The fingers 
of his right hand curled into the light fluff around her cunt. "Now that 
you're a growing girl, you have pussy hair to hide your little slit. Before 
you started growing up and getting titties, you were all bald and smooth 
down here. There wasn't anything growing all around to hide what was between 
your legs. And you think you can conceal your little cunt behind that hair 
just like you try to hide behind your lies!" 

His fist closed and he yanked, tugging sharply at her pussy fur. Barbi 
yelped at the sudden flash of pain. It felt like a thousand hairs were being 
pulled out by their roots and every nerve in that patch was screaming in 
agony. 

"You don't like that, do you?" he hissed as he relaxed his grasp. "It isn't 
so much fun when the thing you try to hide behind turns around and bites you 
instead. You have to get rid of those things that you try to conceal 
yourself behind. You gotta go all the way back to being a little girl when 
you didn't lie to me-and when you didn't have any pussy hair!" 

A small swatch of hair caught between his thumb and index finger, and he 
wrenched his hand back toward his chest. The entire small patch of cunt fur 
tore from her body, stripping out the strands painfully. 

"Aeiiiii!" Barbi shrieked as the entire area around her pussy slit felt like 
it was on fire. 

Her skin felt shredded and burned as if tiny branding irons had been forced 
down into each damaged pore. 

"No, no, no, no!" Barbi screamed, almost out of her mind from the burning 
torment of her skin. Harsh male laughter rolled over her in reply. 

Her eyes flew open to glare at him as if he was some unrecognizable monster. 
And what she saw frightened her even more. A gleaming, wicked-looking 
hunting knife was held in his right hand. And he was holding it right above 
her cunt! 

"Maybe you prefer this," he growled as his fingers tangled into her pussy 
hair and pulled tightly upward. "And you better not fight it- it's sharp 
enough to peel away your skin in thin slices." 

Instead of putting the point of the blade to her, he laid it along her skin 
with the sharp side pointing toward the hair he was stretching. With a 
smooth flick of the wrist, he cut away the strands and dribbled it down onto 
her naked body. Another handful, and another slice, as he made short work of 
her entire pussy patch. Even the hairs growing on the skin of her cunt's 
outer lips were pared from her body. 

"That gets it down to working length," he muttered, then turned to one of 
the benches on the far side of the room. 

Barbi heard water running in a small sink. When her father returned, he was 
carrying a soap dish and brush in one hand and a glistening straight razor 
in the other. 

"Now we're going to make it just like a baby cunt," he said, his breathing 
deep and strong as if he was having trouble controlling his excitement. 

The soap lathered under the whisking of the brush, and he dabbed wet patches 
of it all around her pussy. Leaning down, he made sure the area between her 
cunt and asshole was covered, and he even swirled it through the faint 
strands that circled her shitter. 

Then the razor was held up before her. Just the sight of it sent chills down 
her spine. The knife had been bad enough, but at least it had never touched 
her skin. This gleaming blade would caress it all, even the delicate tissues 
of her outer pussy lips and puckered little asshole. One slip of the hand by 
her obviously enthused father and she could lose hunks of her sex flesh. 

He began below her navel, carefully angling the honed edge to shave away the 
lowest part of each hair. It glided easily through the soap, along with the 
pussy strands on the side of the blade, which he wiped on a towel he had 
draped over one of her legs. Slowly he worked his way down both sides of her 
pussy, moving his face real close so he could see any single hair that he 
might have missed. 

His fingers pinched the lower part of one side of her outer cuntlips, 
puffing the flesh down and smoothing it out. With great care, he cut away 
each and every hair until her pussy was as clean as the day she had been 
born. Then the blade scraped away the hair trail to her asshole and ringed 
around the brown bud until both of her orifices he had so plainly fucked 
were as bald as they could be. Then he stepped back and admired his work. 

"I used to diaper that little cunt and ass, and I don't think I have ever 
seen it so pretty and clean." 

He carried his instruments and the towel back over to the small sink, 
wetting one end of the cloth before bringing it back. His hands scrubbed the 
material roughly against her shaved skin almost as if he wanted to buff it 
to a shine. Then he dried it with the dry part of the towel and rubbed 
shaving lotion all around between her legs. 

"Damn," he breathed. "It's beautiful. I used to clean it up real pretty when 
you was just a baby, then give that little cunnie a great big kiss. You were 
way too small to ever remember that, but I just loved to smack my kisser 
right on those beautiful little cunt lips." 

He fell to his knees right there between her outstretched legs and his face 
was even with her gaping bald cunt. Barbi tensed, knowing what was to come, 
and it embarrassed her deeply to have her father's face right there in her 
pussy. Then his warm tongue licked across the skin that had been shaved, 
dipped through her juicy little pussy slit and rose to the flesh on the 
other side. 

"No, Daddy!" she groaned. "You're not supposed to kiss my pussy! You're my 
father!" 

"If I'm not supposed to kiss it, who is, you little bitch?" he cursed. "You 
mean that it's all right if some fucking teenaged boy eats your cunt? It's 
okay for some scroungy bastard out on the street to pay you, then suck on 
your pussy?" 

"Nobody should, Daddy!" the young girl cried, bound there on the wooden 
frame. "Nobody should lick my pussy; it makes me too ashamed!" 

"I kissed it when you were a baby-I'll goddamn sure lick that slit any time 
I want to now!" 

With that, he buried his long tongue far up her cunthole, swirling it around 
to cover all those hot inner walls. Barbi's ass bucked, trying to force her 
father's face out of her groin, but all she did was make his wagging 
cunt-licker jam up her hole even farther. Loud juicy smacks rose up to her 
ears, and her eyes were caught by the sight of the top of his head bobbing 
as his tongue stroked up and down her slick clit. Once again, her body 
seemed to betray her. Her cunt was beginning to respond. His tongue was like 
wet silk being drawn along her pussy, and her pussy poured out its passion 
to wet the lower part of his face. 

The skin he had shaved felt super-sensitive, as if all the nerve-endings 
there had been exposed when the hair had been cut away. She didn't 
understand it, but apparently her body did, since it began to build toward a 
teenaged cum. 

No! she cried to herself silently. It's not right! Her own father's tongue 
shouldn't be causing her body such pleasure! Everything that she had ever 
heard, even in the bathroom at school when the loose girls had talked about 
fucking and sucking boys' cocks, told her it was wrong. Some of them had 
even talked about boys who had licked pussies, but she had never heard any 
of them talk about a cunt-eating father. And even now, with the pussy juices 
flowing from her cunt slit, she felt that it had to be very wrong indeed. 

"Ah, that's a sweet-tasting little pussy," her father sighed as he raised 
his face from her cunt for a second. His face glistened wetly from the tip 
of his nose down to his chin. Then the sight was gone as his head ducked 
down to her pinned pussy again. 

His tongue reamed into her fuckhole like she was an ice cream cone that he 
was trying to get the last drop out of. And there were plenty of drops in 
the container he was licking. Even though the physical pleasure embarrassed 
Barbi almost to death, there was nothing she could do. It was perhaps the 
worst torture she had felt since all of this had begun-she knew that what 
was happening was terrible, but everything about her body was screaming for 
it to continue. In no way did her hot little pussy want it to ever stop. 

"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, then realized that it must have sounded like 
she was begging him to continue. 

But she couldn't put together the words to plead with him to stop. They 
formed in her mind, but they simply wouldn't make their way through her 
throat. She felt completely abandoned-even her own body had turned traitor, 
and it was egging his erotic licking on by pouring out pussy nectar over his 
face. 

"You like that, don't you, little bitch!" he hissed, the last curse word 
bubbling in the moisture of her wet slit. 

Her pussy jerked against his face as a small peak of her cum jolted her, 
just as if his cursing her was turning her on. 

"You're a slut, Barbi!" he hissed into her cumming fuck hole. "My daughter 
is a fucking whore who likes her father to lick and suck on her cunt!" 

"No!" she cried weakly. 

Her hips bucked, forcing her cunt deeper into his face as his cum spurted 
from her boiling fuck hole. The muscles of her stomach clenched as the 
entire lower part of her body stiffened from the ripping sexual stimulation. 
The pressure of her gripping pussy flesh jetted even more of her salty 
liquid down his throat. Her tits sweated, sending beads of perspiration down 
over the sides of her chest and her nipples were hard and long above the 
crinkled skin that surrounded them. Her entire body was being overcome; even 
her asshole had began to pout, to pucker and release as if it was searching 
for its own sexual kiss. Each of the small jolts of cum were closer now, 
building to a gigantic eruption that threatened to rock her entire body. 
Only her mind knew that it was all wrong, and even it was beginning to get 
confused. 

Every one of her muscles tensed until they were like bands of steel, and her 
torso arched from the boards. The flow of cum was now constant, and her cunt 
was in eruption. That final second had arrived now, and she was thrown into 
cumming release. Gushes of her juices poured into her father's mouth and 
over his face as he continued to screw her with his tongue and smother the 
inside of her slit with his lips. Her body pumped and pumped in an almost 
endless cum, until her body could take no more. Even then, she continued to 
tremble, and small streams of cum continued to run out into his face. And 
even when his mouth left her cunt, her body continued her release. 

Jonathan Brewer walked around his sex-crazed daughter, whose body was still 
bucking and jumping from the cunt-licking he had given her. Perhaps he still 
had not captured her mind, but at least he had made her body follow his 
direction. And there would be more to come, both pain and pleasure until she 
would no longer be able to tell the difference. 

His right hand found his stiff cock and stroked it. The pussy-eating had 
turned him on, and he could feel his balls begging to cum. As he jacked off 
his cock, he strolled around to her head, leaning down slightly so he could 
peer into her face. 

He beat strongly on his enormous cock shaft, pointing its swollen head 
directly into Barbi's face. When it finally blasted, sticky white globs of 
jism shot onto her skin, stringing across the bridge of her nose and 
smacking onto her cheeks and lips. The first thing she would taste when she 
came to her senses was her father's tangy cum. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Time had little meaning anymore to Barbi. Long hours of pain had been broken 
periodically by periods of sleep when she had no idea how many minutes, 
hours, or even days had slipped by. Even when she was awake, it was almost 
impossible to truly tell. Whether it was day or night, she simply didn't 
know; all of it had run together, stretching then contracting, until she was 
completely lost in time. 

When she had awakened this time, she was sprawled on her back, atop one of 
the canvas mats in the huge room. Loose hanging chains first snaked from 
both of her wrists and her ankles before rising to the ceiling. She was 
still bound, but not uncomfortably so, and some of the ache in her muscles 
and bones had slackened even though it had not faded completely away. 

A clinging, slight-sour taste coated the inside of her mouth. The smell of 
dried male cum hovered around her face, and where it had dried, it tightened 
and tickled the skin. Before this had all begun, she would have never been 
able to identify the odor, but now it was completely locked into her mind. 
Forever, she would remember the scent of fucking, cumming cocks and juicy 
pussies. 

The chains were loose enough to allow her to stand, and she struggled to her 
feet to glance about the room. Some of the devices she recognized, but 
others were still strange and she had no desire to become acquainted with 
them. What she needed now instead, was to use the bathroom to take a piss. 
She couldn't even remember the last time she had relieved her bladder, and 
the intervening hours were finally taking their toll. But although there was 
one door that looked promising there was no way to reach it because of the 
chains. 

Her legs crossed as she stood, squeezing with the inner part of her thighs 
to form a dam of muscles against the pee that was threatening to erupt. The 
smooth, shaved skin around her teenaged cunt felt strange, reminding her 
again how naked she really was. Her pussy was as naked as it had been when 
she was a child, and its pouting outer lips seemed even more obvious from 
the loss of their disguise. Even though no one was in the room with her, she 
was embarrassed by the nakedness of it all. 

A rattle from somewhere behind her made her turn around, slightly twisting 
in the chains. It was the key in the lock of the heavy door through which 
she had been brought, and Barbi knew who would be soon stepping inside. 

Once again, she thought of hiding her bare tits and cunt with her arms and 
her hands, but when her father stalked into the room, she knew that it would 
be no use. With an almost wild, wicked look in his eyes, he probably would 
have enjoyed the resistance. 

He was dressed, the first time in a good while that Barbi had seen him 
without his massive prick either throbbingly erect or at least fat and heavy 
as it hung over his balls. His deep black T-shirt was tight and covered his 
bulky muscles like a second layer of skin. The pants he wore were tight 
leather, an ebony as dark as a clouded desert night. His pants legs reached 
only to mid-calf, where they clung to him above rawhide sandals. The seams 
of both pants and shirt were lined with hard-looking silver bits that lent a 
frightening look to the whole outfit. 

Now he was dressed the part as Barbi would have conjured it in her own 
imagination-the sadistic lord in his own medieval torture chamber. He was 
the master of the dungeon, and Barbi was his only occupation. In a panicky 
sort of way, she wished he had appeared naked in the room rather than the 
way he was dressed. Even his big cock wasn't as scary as he appeared in 
these clothes. 

"I see my little daughter has woken up," he smiled as the hard edge in his 
voice sent cold chills right down Barbi's spine. "After you had so much fun 
last night-especially with all of the cumming-I thought you might be 
sleeping in." 

"Please don't talk about that, Daddy," Barbi whined. 

"Why not talk about it, Barbi?" he laughed caustically. "Not many half-grown 
girls have ever gotten so turned-on to a bit of pussy-licking that they 
almost drowned me in their spurting juices. I think that's funny. Even 
hilarious when you consider it was dear old dad that had his tongue all the 
way up your cumming cunt. How many girls at school do you think have ever 
had their tender pussies eaten up by their old man?" 

"Oh God!" Barbi whimpered. "Don't remind, Daddy. Please!" 

"Maybe that's what we'll do today, also," he taunted her as he stepped up to 
her body and tried to stick one finger up her naked cunt. 

Already her legs were crossed because of the pain in her bladder, and it was 
easy for her to turn completely away. 

He moved back from her a couple of steps, then stood and stared at the naked 
girl. "Wouldn't you like that, Barbi? Wouldn't you like for your father to 
suck on your clit and tongue-fuck your pussy until you just cum right out of 
your mind?" 

"Don't talk like that, Daddy!" Barbi cried. "It makes me feel so ashamed 
when I hear you talk like that." 

"You're going to feel a whole lot more than just a little ashamed by the 
time that I'm through with you," her father growled at her. 

"I've got to pee, Daddy!" Barbi whined. "And yelling at me makes it hurt 
even more!" 

"So you need to take a piss," the bulky man suddenly laughed as his clenched 
fists rested on the side of his hips. "What do you expect me to do about 
it?" 

"Unfasten me and let me go to the bathroom." 

"I don't think I can do that, Barbi," he said, his voice almost mocking her 
with feigned concern. "You see, you've been a naughty little girl, and 
fathers aren't supposed to do things for their mischievous kiddies. What we 
have to do is something that will make them stop and think the next time 
they start to misbehave." 

"I haven't done anything!" Barbi insisted. 

"Nothing?" he shouted at her. "First you go out and sell your hot little ass 
out on the street, then get arrested. And if that isn't enough, you waggle 
that little butt back to me, still smelling of male cum, and you insist that 
your pink little pussy is still virgin! Then, when that cunt gets in my face 
and screws down on my tongue, you yell and shout cum-screams as loud as you 
can. Then you say, 'Daddy, I'm embarrassed to hear you talk about it.' 
Bullshit! Well, I don't want to talk about you having to take a piss!" 

Her complaint had barely begun when the rigid fingers of his right hand cut 
it off by cuffing her high on the cheekbone. Stunned, the young girl froze, 
standing there on the stone floor like she was in a daze, as her father 
first unsnapped her hands and then her feet from the clamps on the ends of 
the chains. But she wasn't free. His huge hand closed around her wrist and 
dragged her toward the end of the room opposite the supposed toilet. Against 
the wall was another of his infernal contraptions, almost a grown-up version 
of a child's potty chair with a hole in the middle of what should have been 
a cushion. 

Still grasping her wrist, he bent over and flicked open two large clasps on 
the side of the chair, then swung the whole top third of the device away. 
Inside was the real chair, bound in leather and beveled like a saddle with 
what looked like a small metal box inset right where her pussy would be. 

He forced Barbi down into the chamber of the device, turning her body to 
face the front, then pushing her body down until she straddled and plopped 
her ass right down onto the seat. 

As she had suspected, her cunt fitted right over the metal rim of the slot, 
and it was cold enough to sting her tender, inner pussy lips. The top of the 
device then rotated back into place, the trunk of her body fitting through 
the large hole she had seen. The clamps on the side snapped closed, then her 
father adjusted dials in front. With each turn of his hand on the 
instruments, the entire contraption seemed to tighten around her body until 
she was locked firmly into place. 

Barbi tried to wiggle to get her metal-chilled cunt away from the box, but 
found that she couldn't move below her waist. Her shoulders and arms could 
flex freely, but it was like being paralyzed below that. 

"This is all the toilet that you're going to get from me today, Barbi," he 
smirked down at her. "That little hole where your little pussy rests is 
designed to take a girl's steaming piss. But I'll warn you about one thing, 
you better make that first golden squirt a short one 'cause this thing's got 
a surprise waiting for you!" 

She gritted her teeth and held it back a while longer, determined not to let 
her bladder go as long as he stood there and glared. She knew that he was 
watching for her surprise when the pee bubbled back up onto her cunt. 

The little metal box inset into the front of the saddle simply wasn't big 
enough to drain away the steaming liquid as it flowed out. Particularly when 
her bladder was so stretched and begging to be relieved. Once she let it go, 
it would gush and her entire pussy and ass were going to get covered. At 
least, maybe she could hold out until he had gone so he wouldn't be able to 
see the humiliation in her face at taking a bath in her own piss. 

But could she wait? Already the pain in her bladder had turned into sheer 
agony and she felt like it would bust. Even her pussy hurt now from trying 
to squeeze her little pisshole closed, and her mind already was beginning to 
make excuses for her body to seek its release. After all, he had already 
fucked her asshole; what could be the excitement about a little piss 
covering her two bottom holes. He couldn't even see it, she realized, 
glancing down at the device that seemed to cut her body in two. No-he 
couldn't see, and if she tried real hard to make it dribble out, perhaps he 
wouldn't even be able to hear. 

Then he solved her worry. Leaning over to give her fatherly peck on the 
right cheek, he said. "Happy pissing, dear." 

Barbi couldn't see him, but his footsteps scuffed at the stone until he 
reached the door and apparently opened it. Barbi's teeth still gritted. She 
was determined to keep the flood contained until she heard that door close. 

And when that sound finally came, it felt as if her entire body had 
collapsed. Her jaw sagged in relief and her belly bloated as she relaxed the 
pressure. 

The first short spurt of golden liquid burst from her pisshole and splashed 
into the little metal box. 

And suddenly she was stunned. 

"Aeeii!" she screamed, all of the muscles in her lower body contracting 
together to cut off the flow of pee. 

And when it shut off, so did the burst of the electricity that had surged up 
the stream from the metal box right into her pisshole and cunt. It had fired 
every nerve in her pussy, turning her cunt slit into a raging canyon of 
fire. 

"And it's going to happen again!" she cried. 

And it wasn't long in coming. It had taken every bit of the strength she 
had, just to clamp off the stream, and there was simply nothing left to 
fight her straining bladder. 

A few drips, then a splashing stream arced out of her little pisshole and 
onto the hot electrical wire at the bottom of the shallow channel. Almost 
immediately, her cunt was blasted again by the tormenting current. From the 
waist down, her flesh become like iron, and her shocked screams warbled out 
like those of a dying bird captured by pain. 

Then, surprisingly, it stopped again. The electrical power's effect on her 
body had been its own cure-at least for the time being. Her rigid cunt 
muscles had clamped down on her piss channel and blocked the liquid flow. A 
few drops of the previous splashing piss clung to her pussy lips and they 
tingled from the nearness to the wire. But the main current was stopped as 
long as she could hold back the stream of piss. 

But that was almost as much agony as the pain of the electricity. Now that 
her bladder had been tempted with release, it demanded to be allowed to 
shrink. And the only way it could do that was to get rid of the piss that 
was stretching it until it felt like it would explode. 

Tears ran down Barbi's cheeks as she fought against it, low moans escaping 
her throat and chest without her even being aware. And when the groans 
turned into loud wails, her mind and body both knew that the battle was 
being lost. No matter how much she dreaded the return of the electrical 
shock, her resistance to the pain in her bladder was beginning to drain 
away. 

Perhaps just a little bit to relieve some of the pressure, she thought 
desperately. Perhaps she could stand just that much of the biting 
electricity to give release to the stretching pressure. But there really was 
no decision; the pressure was about to force relief on its own. 

A squirt of hot piss blasted over the metal like the stream had been shot 
from a high-pressure fireman's hose. And this time, it splashed back, 
covering the shaved skin around her cunt. The electricity shot back up the 
jet stream into the slit of her pussy, then spread in the wetness to the 
surrounding area. 

The current was no longer a confined, piercing sensation; all between her 
legs lit up like she had sat down in a blazing fire. Even her asshole was 
wet with piss and was taking the shocking current. Whimpers were all that 
escaped from her throat as she gulped and whirled her eyes around the room 
searching madly for anything that would help. 

And she saw him! He hadn't really left at all! The sound of the door 
shutting must have been a trick, and his wide sadistic grin, as he leaned 
against the wall now, seemed to mock her for being foolish enough to believe 
it. A gigantic bulge at the crotch of his leather pants showed that his cock 
was long and hard from watching Barbi being shocked. 

"Daddy!" she yelped, then both her eyes and her thoughts were torn away as 
the current continued to flow. 

And the moisture was spreading everywhere; now that her sorely stretched 
bladder had finally turned loose, there was no way to shut down the piss 
that was carrying the electricity down her thighs. Every muscle in the lower 
part of her body was jerking now, nerves firing continually in response to 
the current playing through her body. 

More and more of her steaming piss splashed from her body onto the hot wire 
in the metal container, until it felt like her stomach, cunt and ass were 
actually a part of the wiring. It tingled harshly in her cunt, standing her 
clit up hard and on its end. Each bundle of sex nerves was alive and 
jangling from the unnatural stimulation. 

As she kicked, bucked and continued to piss, some of the sensations that 
were pulsing through her abused cunt didn't come from the electrical wire. 
Once again, her body was being fooled about what was pain and what was 
stimulation as her sex nerves ran rampant from the current. 

Pussy juices exploded from her fuck hole. The urine had finally stopped, her 
bladder drained, but she was already so wet that it didn't make any 
difference. And there was more moisture now-her cunt flow, as her body was 
jolted through one cum after another. Her cries were gasps now; she was 
totally confused. Her body was wracked with pain, muscles contracted, and at 
the same time, her pussy was erupting cum over and over again. 

Then, with one final shrieking cry, her body had reached its peak of 
stimulation. Her cum was continuous, inseparable from the unbroken 
electrical current that flowed into her body. Her eyes and mind were 
captured in a super-nova of blinding white light. Her body jerked, legs and 
arms twitching as her hips humped back and forth, grinding her teenaged cunt 
down hard on the metal plate in the seat. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

When Barbi awoke, it was to the feeling of stiff cock being pumped into her 
cunt. Her ankles and wrists ached, and her body swayed as if it was hung 
unsupported in the air. Each time the thick length of her father's cock was 
driven into her young, tender pussy, the whole world seemed to twist and 
rock about. 

Heavy, muscular arms wrapped around the inside of her legs and across her 
knees, spreading her crotch to gape open her tiny pink hole. And it needed 
all the help it could get; the thick wedge of fuck meat jammed into it felt 
as big as a log. 

She was still in the chains. All four had been cranked toward the ceiling, 
lifting her by her arms and legs until she lay with her back parallel to, 
and about three feet off the floor. All of her weight was taken by the bands 
of metal around wrists and ankles, and the skin there was reddened from the 
burning pressure. The distance between the chains widely parted her arms and 
legs, draping her down below them right at the height of her father's 
plundering prick. 

"Oh, no!" Barbi breathed almost hopelessly as she hung there, her body 
accepting the furious fucking. 

Her father's bare chest rose like a mountain between her legs to the ledge 
of his broad, muscular shoulders. His eyes stared down at her pouting, 
shaved little pussy as he panted in time with his cock strokes. Barbi's tits 
jiggled each time his cock was driven firmly home, and her whole body swayed 
at the end of the chains. 

Her cunt was a tight sleeve, fitted around his invading fuck muscle and its 
bulbous head. Each time, his prick slid out clear to the tip of its head, 
then buried its nose all the way to the back of her channel. Every plunge 
was a complete cock stroke as he watched his juice-slickened prick screw in 
and out of his naked daughter. 

Her legs were spread, both by his arms and by the binding chains, and her 
whole hairless crotch was open before him. From the friction of the fucking, 
her clit had stiffened and grown, peeping its small head out of the hood of 
skin that covered it. Now it rocked there, like the proverbial man in a 
boat, set afloat on a sea of pussy juice that was flowing from her cunt. And 
the mast that rose from the center of that vessel was a stiff, hard, cock. 

"It's so big!" Barbi gulped as a particularly strong jab jolted her body. "I 
don't think my pussy can stand it being so big!" 

Harsh laughter rolled around her as her dad's fleshy prickshaft was driven 
home roughly once more. 

"That cunt of yours can take a hell of a lot more than you think," he 
snorted. "In a little while, I'll show you just how damn big it can 
stretch!" 

His laughter and his words made Barbi catch her breath. What could he be 
talking about now? Already her pussy flesh felt like it was being pulled out 
of shape just by his hefty cock. Surely it couldn't stretch any more. 

"Goddamn, you're getting to be a good fuck!" he growled, reaching down to 
catch the top of her hipbones so he could slam her body back to meet each of 
his cock strokes. "I should have done this years ago, when your pussy really 
was slick and bald. I bet your little cunnie then would have been so tight 
it would have torn the skin right off my prick!" 

His thumbs massaged the top of her crotch while his fingers wrapped around 
the sides of her ass and kneaded the flesh there. Each time his fingers 
clasped, the skin pulled at her asshole and tugged at the top of her cunt 
slit. By closing her eyes, Barbi could block out everything but the physical 
sensations, and they didn't feel too bad. In fact, the longer his thick cock 
was slamming into her pink pussy, the better it felt. 

She could feel the ridges at the back of the helmet of his cock head glide 
back and forth in her channel, its way smoothed by the ever-increasing 
juices that it stirred. The nudges at the back of her cunthole no longer 
made her flesh feel that it was taking a beating, but were beginning to be 
part of the stirring stimulation. By concentrating totally on her pussy and 
wiggling tits, she suddenly realized that she was being pushed toward a 
rocketing cum. 

Fingers crawled up her stomach and onto her chest were rough, the masculine 
palms covered the mounds of her tits. Her erect nipples tingled against the 
abrasive touch, and for a second, Barbi thought electrodes had been placed 
on those fleshy nubs. But the electricity was her own nerves, and the hot 
wire that set them off was her father's hands as he kneaded her tits 
roughly, while still pumping cock into her cunt. 

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped. "This isn't right! We shouldn't be fucking!" 

His cock hammered in her with increased strength to cut off her complaint. 

"The only thing wrong," he snarled, "is that I didn't do this years ago. 
Maybe then you wouldn't have felt that you had to go out and sell pussy on 
the street or give it away to any goddamn boy with a half-grown cock. Well, 
I won't make that mistake any longer. If your little pussy is going to be 
screwed now, my cock's at least going to do most of the job!" 

Barbi's hands twisted around the chain, catching the links in her fingers. 
Her fists closed around the cold metal as she lifted, taking most of the 
weight off her weakened and tattered wrists. She sighed deeply in relief. 
She didn't know how long she could hold herself that way, but each precious 
second was a welcome relief from the agony at the base of her hands. 

"I'm going to fuck every goddamn one of your holes this time," he cursed, 
and Barbi could hear the sexual tension in his voice. "I'm going to spurt 
sticky jism up every one of them before I stop, just to show you what a real 
man can do. That way, you won't have to go looking for half-limp pricks out 
on the street!" 

"I didn't really do it, Daddy!" she cried, trying to explain to him once 
again about looking for a friend, and that the cum was from the policemen 
who raped her, and it hadn't been her fault. 

But the battering by his rigid cock took away the breath for her words. She 
groaned instead, caught torturously between her mind and body. Her pussy was 
gushing juices and doing everything but shouting to be fucked. And there was 
no way to control it. With each of his jolting cock strokes, her passion pit 
boiled even more with its own impending cum. 

She gasped as a strong ripple of sexual pleasure ricocheted through her 
crotch. 

Her father's cock was beginning to swell, and Barbi could feel his heavy 
balls slap harder against her naked ass. The strokes were shorter and 
quicker now, his cock remaining buried as he fucked furiously against the 
back of her cunthole. Her arms tightened and pulled on the chains as her 
entire body tensed against his screwing pressure, and fire seemed to explode 
in her clit and cock-stretched hole. 

Then hot male cum splashed into the back of her eager fuck channel, and its 
warmth set off a jolting cum of her own. The well-fucked teenager's body 
arched upward, her firm stomach forming the pinnacle of the jerking flesh 
hill as her father buried his spurting prick all the way into her cunt. 

"I'm cumming!" she shrieked as her pussy pumped out scalding cum to blend 
with his. 

And still he fucked on, driving that punishing fuck pole against the deep 
end of her cunt. His cock felt like a hammer now, beating her poor young 
pussy into submission as it poured out the last of its juice. 

And when her cunt had pulsed its last, Barbi slumped heavily down with the 
chains pulling painfully at her ankles and wrists. 

Her father's cock still pumped inside her, using the stimulation of his 
cockhead against her satiny inner pussy walls to keep itself firm and rigid. 
Ever so slowly, it scraped along inside her fleshy fuck pit to actually make 
itself even harder. Finally it had been excited far beyond the point of 
cumming, and was now a fleshy bar of steel that could fuck for hours without 
ever losing its strength. Her father had stimulated himself into one of 
those hard-ons that couldn't be fucked away. 

Barbi whimpered as he slowly dragged his raging fuck monster out of her wet 
pussy hole. Out in the open, his stiff prick glistened from the slick 
combination of their cum juices as he turned away to rotate the crank for 
the chains attached to her feet. Her legs rose another inch, dragging her 
naked ass higher as fuck fluid continued to leak and run down her ass crack. 
He returned, his angry cock aimed at her body again. But this time when it 
touched her, it nosed right against the puckered brown rose of her asshole. 

"No," Barbi whined weakly, as his hands pressed on the insides of her thighs 
to open the furrow where her assbud lay nestled. 

The muscles of her young assring closed tightly, leaving a wrinkled dimple 
as his target. 

"Shit," he hissed as his cockhead nudged against it. "That fucking asshole 
looks good enough to eat! I don't think I've ever fucked a shitter that 
looked so tender and tight!" 

"Don't do it, Daddy!" Barbi begged, her entire body aching at even the 
thought of having that massive prick jammed up her ass. 

"You might as well brace yourself, Daughter," he laughed in reply. "You 
couldn't pay me enough to keep me from buggering that beautiful shithole!" 

"I'll do anything!" she begged. "Anything! Just don't fuck me in my ass. 
It's too little and you'll rip me with your cock!" 

"Shut up, bitch!" he shouted, and suddenly slammed both palms down harshly 
on her unprotected tits. 

Pain exploded in her chest and she sucked a loud, rasping breath. 

"You'll do anything I tell you, whether I fuck your ass or not!" he 
threatened. "What the fuck do you think you have to offer that I can't 
already have? Would you suck my dick? I'm going to shove it down your 
goddamn throat anyway, just as soon as I finish corn-holing your ass!" 

There was no stopping the lust-crazed man now. He had made himself a promise 
to rape all three of her holes, and he had the raging hard-on to finish the 
job. 

Barbi gritted her teeth as she felt the head of his prick push against the 
opening of her ass, and said a silent thanks for the cunt juice and cum that 
slickened his bludgeoning fuckpole. 

But it didn't help much. The pain was still furious as the tip of his 
cockhead slowly began to part the ring of her ass. Her body, suspended on 
the chains, swung forward under the pressure as if it was trying to evade 
his threatening fuck lance. His hands wrapped again around the top of her 
hipbones, this time to force her asshole back onto his spearing cock. 

With the thrusting of his own hips and the puffing back on Barbi's, his 
knobby cockhead popped into her ass. Her scream ripped through the room as 
her assring was forced apart, and his prick felt like it was a hot bar of 
steel. 

"Help!" she shrieked, ignoring the fact that there was no one around to come 
to her aid. "I can't stand it! It hurts too much!" 

There was no answer except a guttural grunt and a thrust which lodged 
another inch of thick prickmeat into her shithole. 

"Aeeeiii!" Barbi screeched madly. 

It felt like a burning torch had been forced up her ass. She was sure that 
the muscles and skin were being torn and bloodied, and even her throat 
gagged with the pain. 

"Here's some more of it," he hissed at her, and wedged another couple of 
inches up her tortured asshole. 

His cockhead was nudging into her guts, and it felt like she had to take the 
world's biggest shit. When she clenched her guts and bore down against it, 
all of the ass-splitting prick rammed into her shithole. 

It was almost a relief. Her assring loosened, and suddenly much of the 
ripping pain was gone. In its place was an insane feeling of being stuffed 
completely full. 

"Damn, that little shithole is tight!" her father hissed. "I've never felt 
anything that snug before. It feels like somebody's wrapped rubber bands 
around the shaft of my cock. It's like it's caught in a goddamn vise!" 

Her asshole puckered and clung to the skin as he slowly drew his prick out 
of her ass. He stopped with just his knobby cockhead still lodged inside, 
then began to push back into her guts. 

"It's like a telephone pole, Daddy!" Barbi cried, tears spilling from her 
eyes. "Please take it out. Take it out of my ass!" 

"You'll like it, you little bitch!" He jammed his cock all the way back up 
her ass. "In a minute the pain will feel like a wet, wicked kiss and you'll 
want to beg me for more. I'm buggering your goddamn shithole, and before, 
I'm through, you'll scream for me to do it again!" 

His long, thick fuckrod pistoned inside her, stirring her guts as it slid 
back and forth. The juices on his cock and her natural moisture had combined 
to ease the way now, and each stroke was smooth, rather than tugging at her 
skin. 

His hands left her hips and traveled up her legs, finally stopping right 
below the clamps on her ankles. Pressure on the inside of her calves forced 
her legs even farther apart, making a bigger saddle of her ass. And he rode 
it like he would a bronco, sliding back and forth along the curve of her 
asscheeks. 

"Don't you like it?" he urged, without ever missing a single ass-fucking 
stroke. "Think about it-let your mind go down to your ass and feel my cock 
splitting your shithole. Don't let the pain turn you off. Cuddle up to it 
and let it stroke you just like it was a finger tickling your cit. The pain 
can be part of the good stuff, if you'll just let it. Think about it, 
goddamn it! It's your father's cock that's buggering your ass-the same 
goddamn prick that shot the cum that made you what you are!" 

The words hounded Barbi, horrifying her, but at the same time, stimulating 
her also. The pain had almost disappeared in her ass, and what was left was 
mixed in with the pleasurable friction that was churning in her guts. There 
was still a prick up her ass, but what she was feeling no longer was all 
bad. 

Barbi's asshole had finally stretched and accepted his thickness; her ass 
muscles relaxed and no longer threatened to tear. Once his massive length of 
fuck meat was inside, it filled her with a funny, somewhat satisfying 
fullness. As his cock rode in, it built pressure in her bowels, causing a 
pushing sensation clear up to the bottom of her chest. As it retreated, some 
of that feeling remained, so that by now it felt like he was fucking not 
only her asshole, but the entire lower half of her body. 

"Tell me you like it, Barbi!" her father exhorted. "Tell me that you like my 
cock buggering your shitty little ass!" 

"Oh, Daddy!" Barbi moaned, then gritted her teeth to bite off the words that 
he sought. 

Although on the brink of being lost in an insane sort of pleasure, she still 
did not want to incite him by giving him the encouragement he wanted. It was 
as if two of her were dangling there on the chains, one wanting to shout for 
him to fuck her ass even harder, while the other was embarrassed and 
humiliated by the seductive pain. Suddenly she was aware that there had 
always been those two Barbi's, and that the more wanton one had always 
remained tauntingly concealed. She remembered all those teasing little 
incidents that she bad perpetrated herself, and she was shocked at the 
recollection of all those times she had purposely ground her little ass down 
against her father's cock when she had squirmed in his lap. It had given her 
a wild, wicked tingling in her pussy that had left her almost breathless. 
She realized she had been teasing him and begging him to fuck her even 
before she knew what the word meant! 

"Think about it, Barbi!" he hissed. "Imagine what it's like to be down here 
watching my cock jam in and out of your little assbud. I'm standing here 
watching my cock slam right into your shitter! Each time it pulls out, your 
stretched asshole puckers up like it's giving it a kiss and begging it not 
to go!" 

The back ledge of his cockhead tickled at her dilated asshole. The nerves at 
the opening tingled so deliriously that she could feel the difference in the 
texture of his fleshy cock knob and the rest of his skin. A fire had slowly 
ignited and burned its way clear up to her clit. And each stroke of his 
ass-piercing cock was stirring up her cum. 

"Goddamn, this asshole is good!" her father cursed. "It's strangling my 
fucker and making it want to cum. I'm about to blast off right into your 
ass!" 

"Fuck it!" Barbi suddenly squealed, the rational side of her mind finally 
falling prey to the lust of her body. "Fuck into my little shitter and make 
me cum too!" 

Her father exploded with renewed lust. His cock battered into her, slamming 
again and again as it buried itself into her guts. Though it was already 
massive, it swelled even more, stretching her assring until it felt like it 
would tear. But neither of them cared now-all both of them wanted was their 
gut-ripping orgasm. 

"Aarghh!" her father growled as his legs slapped wetly against her upraised 
ass cheeks. He was beyond words as his balls pulled tight in their sac and 
his cock ballooned to shoot out his cum. 

"I'm doing it!" Barbi shrieked and bucked on the chains trying to drive her 
tortured ass farther up onto his fleshy fuckrod. "I'm cumming! Your cock in 
my ass is making me cum!" 

A glob of male spunk blasted into her ass canal, splashing hotly against the 
inner walls. Barbi's pussy erupted in reaction, wetting down the base of his 
cock and his balls. Barbi's screams blended with his shouted moans as both 
of them pulsed the climax of their lust over and into each other's body.
 Again and again, his hot male jism blasted into Barbi's ass, and her ass 
sucked it up and sent lightning bolts into her cunt. Never had anything hit 
her so hard and caused so much pleasure. And even in the final throes, she 
wished that it would never end. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

There was little rest for the raped girl. 

When her father's cock finally pulled out from her asshole, it was only 
partially soft. Even though it had fucked her cunt before, and just now had 
blasted cum into her ass, his thick fucker wasn't completely sated. His 
fingers wrapped around his semi-turgid prickshaft and slowly stroked along 
the lather that covered its length. 

"Don't think you're through yet," he warned her as he jacked his hand back 
and forth on his stiffening cock. "There's still one more hole that I've 
promised to fuck, and that one may be the best of all." Barbi stiffened at 
the ends of the chains. Her wrists and ankles were deeply bruised, and the 
reddened skin was threatening to tear. But she thought little of that; she 
was already exhausted, battered and more than a little embarrassed about her 
cumming from him buggering her ass, and here he was about to shove his horny 
cock into her mouth! 

Barbi raised her head wearily and looked down the length of her body to 
where her father stood between her legs and jerked on his hefty prick. The 
tip of his cock was staring back at her, the evil little slit of an eye 
seeming to be aimed right at her throat. She gulped. Already the saliva was 
starting to collect in her mouth, and he was still down there by her 
well-raped ass. 

"You can't help looking at it, can you?" he chided. 

The bulbous head of his prick swelled even further and pushed out another 
inch from his fist. As she watched, the entire thing thickened and grew in 
his hand. Within seconds, it was back to its full raging length. Then he 
backed up a step and moved around from her legs. 

"Your mouth is already hungry for it, isn't it?" he chided as he slowly made 
his way along her naked, hanging body. 

He stopped for a moment and pinched painfully at her nipples, but he never 
missed a stroke on his fleshy fuck ram. 

"I've already fucked your cunt and corn-holed your ass, and now I'm going to 
fuck your pretty little face," he hissed down at her, and twisted harshly at 
the nub of her right tit. "I'm going to treat your mouth just like a tight 
little teenage pussy, and I'm going to screw it until my prick is all the 
way down your beautiful throat. I'm going to shoot cum so far down inside 
you, that it will almost reach the stuff already puddled in your ass." 

The nastiness of his words shocked Barbi, and brought her quickly out of her 
reverie. For a while, her mind had confused him with her ideal lover, but 
that quickly vanished like a mirage. And in the place of that image had 
returned harsh reality in the form of a brutal, punishing cock being forced 
up to her face. 

"You're going to swallow my prick now, little darling," he told her as he 
pointed his cock at her lips. 

His other hand was under her chin, forcing her head backward and down until 
she was staring back right at his balls. 

"And you're going to taste the juices from your own little pussy," he 
promised in a quickened breath. "And there's the taste of shit from your own 
dirty little ass. It's all there just waiting to fuck your face!" 

Her lips parted as if they had a will of their own, fully accepting the rape 
of her face by his bludgeoning prick. Her tongue extended beyond her teeth 
to meet the fleshy knob at the end of his thick shaft. It felt hot, but her 
lips closed around it and her tongue pressed down against its invading 
length. Slowly, his shaft drove its bulbous cockhead to the back of her 
mouth, where it nosed against the opening to her throat. But then it 
retreated, moving backward until only his cockhead was lodged in her mouth. 

"You like that, don't you, slutty daughter?" he growled down at her. "You 
want to taste your own cum and shit on my cock. Your mouth just waters at 
the thought of licking the scum from its skin while it fucks along your 
tongue. I bet you'd eat your own cunt and suck your own ass if you got a 
chance. But you can't, can you, you little whore? So you'll take it off my 
prick-you'll suck the cum and shit off my cock! But we'll see how you like 
it when it's all the way down your tight little throat!" 

His thick cock began to piston past her teeth, spreading the musky taste 
throughout her mouth. Her saliva spread it clear to the opening of her 
throat where she swallowed and took it into her stomach. The taste was only 
part of the sensation. Just as the nerves in her asshole had tingled with 
sensation, her mouth now felt like everything had been turned on and twisted 
to full volume. Not only could she separate the tangy flavor from the 
muskiness of her ass, but she could also feel the irregularities along the 
surface of his cockskin. A slight mole brushed against her lip then onto her 
tongue, and she was subtly aware of it. 

The ridge of the underside of his prick formed the other lip into a gripping 
arch and she could sense the faint bumps and valleys that formed the rigid 
flesh of his big shaft. The flared ridge of his cockhead was like a line in 
her mouth separating stretched skin from rubbery flesh. And always the line 
moved back and forth as her father slowly fucked her face. 

"You lick that thing like a goddamned pro!" he whistled and nosed its tip 
against the back of her mouth. "Maybe you did learn something worthwhile out 
there selling yourself on the street. I've never had such good cock-sucking 
in all of my life!" 

With his cock stuffing her mouth, and her cunt and her asshole having been 
furiously fucked, it just didn't seem to matter any more. There was nothing 
more that she had left to deny him; nothing remained for her to defend. Her 
humiliation was final, and her degradation was complete. 

The faint taste of pre-cum replaced the others as they were slowly washed 
from the top half of his cock. His tiny piss slit leaked its clear drops 
onto her tongue as the stimulation of her warm mouth began to take hold. 
There was nothing as good, he thought, as fucking young pussy and screwing a 
cum-slickened prick into the girl's face. And Barbi was turning out to be 
the best of them all. His only regret was that he hadn't put the leather 
whip to her earlier and fucked her years ago. But no matter; the day had 
finally come and he had his cock lodged firmly in his daughter's mouth. 

His fuck pole pistoned, gliding in and out in the moisture on her tongue. 
Cock-stirred saliva, slickened her cheeks and collected at the back of her 
mouth. Each time she swallowed, she closed down on his cock, tightening the 
fuck channel that led to her throat. 

"Oh, that's right!" her father moaned. "Make your mouth all tight and hot. 
Make it feel just like a young little pussy that's being fucked for the 
first time. I want to feel your tongue and the roof of your mouth pressing 
all along my prick, and then have your cheeks suck in and squeeze the shaft. 
Suck my cock like you just can't wait for me to blast cum right down your 
waiting throat!" 

Both of his hands grasped at the sides of her head, his fingers snarling 
around her ears. Her hair was caught tightly in both of his fists as his 
hips began to drive his fuck shaft harder and faster. 

"Goddamn!" he shouted, and hunched at her face even more. "It's just like 
fucking your glorious little cunt! I've got my dick in your face and it's 
just like you have a second pussy for me to screw!" 

Barbi gasped around the invading hunk of meat each time she had to catch a 
breath. The fury and lust that had been stored in his loins for all those 
years were finally coming out all at the same time. In one single, furious 
fuckfest, he had screwed both her pussy and asshole but needed to cum in her 
mouth and throat to make it complete. And the way his cock shaft was 
pistoning into her, that would come pretty soon. 

Barbi hung there, her head back and her mouth open. She was unable to move 
on her own, but each of his strokes set her body rocking along its length, 
controlled only by his clenched fists in her hair. His cock jutted out from 
his balls and rammed into her mouth, nudging at the opening to her throat. 
With each stroke, the pressure at the back of her mouth grew even more 
intense as his big cockhead slammed in. The swaying of her hips was less 
noticeable now as he edged up toward her face while keeping his prick lodged 
deeply inside. Like an arrow flying to its target, its end found the 
bulls-eye and zeroed in on the threshold to her tight throat. 

Although it had been there once before, Barbi could hardly believe that she 
would be able to swallow his log-like fucker. The constant fucking and 
coming had stiffened it into a raging monster and had swelled up its shaft 
fantastically. Nothing that big could ever slide down her neck, she thought 
wildly, and tried to shout for him to stop before she was injured. But her 
words were smothered into a moan by the very thing that that was threatening 
to rip into her throat. She had no defense against it all, not even the 
opportunity to scream out in pain. She was captured, bound and hung there 
with her throat about to be raped. 

He leaned in, putting all of his force onto the very tip of his prick. 
Slowly it parted the gap enough to wedge a half-inch of the cock meat 
inside. Barbi feared frantically that she would gag, but the eruption in her 
guts settled and never came. Desperately, she sucked air in through her 
nose, trying to gather as much breath as possible before the monster invaded 
the length of her throat and blocked the channel. 

With her head thrown back and downward, the lance of his cock pointed 
straight into her mouth and down the plane of her neck. She couldn't have 
been better placed for deep throat-fucking. 

But first there was the matter of getting it inside her throat, and Barbi's 
father was determined to feel its vise-like grip. His weight pivoted forward 
as he came up on his toes, ramming his entire strength down the length of 
his prick. 

With a slight gulp, Barbi swallowed his rubbery cockhead as the pressure 
finally paid off. And with the bulbous end of his cock in her throat, the 
way was cleared for the rest of his choking shaft. His fingers wrapped 
around the back of her neck, straightening it, then he rammed as hard as he 
could. Part of his cock's length slammed forward inside her clasping grip. 
His daughter's hot, hungry lips circled his cockshaft only an inch from the 
sac of his hanging balls. Then, with a furious lunge, that final inch of 
prick meat was driven into her mouth and throat. 

"Oh!" he moaned in pleasure. "I've never felt anything so good! Even your 
little asshole wasn't this nice when I fucked you up your butt!" 

Barbi's eyes bulged as his balls slapped along her nose and forehead. All 
she could see was the wrinkled skin and the hair of his ball sac, and even 
it was blurred from being too close. 

What she was feeling seemed completely alien to her teenaged world. It was 
as if she had swallowed an entire cucumber and the damn thing refused to 
side down to her stomach. The muscles of her neck were being pushed all out 
of shape by the swollen thing in her throat, and the cause of all that 
distortion was lodged right there in her gullet-a thick rod of fucking male 
prickmeat. 

Almost the entire front half of his cock had pushed beyond her mouth and 
into her throat. His cockhead was buried clear down into the beginnings of 
her chest just a short way from her stomach. Just a few more inches, Barbi 
realized, and she almost panicked. Suddenly, the idea of his jism mixing 
with the jism in her ass didn't seem like such a wild, impossible idea. 

"I'm going to pull it back now," he warned her, and Barbi felt his thick 
shaft on the move. It inched along until only his cockhead and a bit of his 
cockshaft remained buried, then it reversed and pushed back toward her guts. 
The heavy apple of his dickhead scraped along the inner walls of her throat, 
gliding in the slight moisture as it pushed open its passage before it. 
Barbi couldn't breathe at all; the thing had choked off all of her air. 

Like an engine just beginning to pick up speed, his cock stroked longer and 
faster as he continued to fuck her face. After the first intrusion, her 
throat at least knew what was coming, and although it still seemed 
unbelievably stretched, each time his prick forced inside of her, its path 
seemed smoother and easier than before. But there was still no way that it 
could go on for long. The pressure along his shaft was enough to suck cum 
from a statue and his living, fleshy cock had no chance to resist. 

"I'm starting to cum!" he shouted, ramming his cock all the way into her 
mouth and throat. 

Clasped firmly in the delicious pressure, the entire length of his 
neck-fucking shaft pulsed and shot a huge load of spunk right into her 
throat. It splashed along the inside of the narrow tube and almost reached 
the opening to her stomach. His hairy balls slapped her in the face as he 
bucked and rocked in time with his spurting prick, and bright lights 
exploded in her mind. 

The world seemed to approach and recede, lighten and darken with the 
hammering of his cock and the jetting of his jism. Barbi's air had been cut 
off too long now, and she was on the verge of passing out. And still it 
seemed to go on and on. By the time his balls had been drained and shot down 
her throat, Barbi had blacked out. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Barbi had been completely wrong when she thought before that her degradation 
was complete and that there was no further humiliation that she could 
suffer. If she had thought about it for long, and let her imagination run to 
the extreme, she would have realized that there were more things that she 
could be forced to do. Taking her father's cock in all three of her holes 
certainly hadn't reached the limits of his inventiveness. Even the shocking 
of her piss-covered cunt would pale before what was still to come. 

She had no idea of how long she had hung there unconscious before he had 
cranked the chains and lowered her to the floor. He unsnapped the clamps 
from her arms and legs, but, before she had a chance to rise, the leash was 
reconnected to the collar around her neck. 

He walked her around the room like a naked bitch dog, on hands and knees, as 
he taught her to heel and to fetch. What she had to bring back grasped in 
her teeth was an enormous, warty dildo that he fucked her with twice. For a 
reward, he let her lick his balls. 

Once he fell to his knees and spread his ass cheeks apart with his hands, 
explaining that strange dogs always got acquainted by smelling each other's 
ass. But smelling wasn't enough for him. After three terrifying tastes of 
the whip, Barbi was ready to do what she was told. Slinking forward almost 
on her belly, she rubbed her face up and down the crack of his ass. 

"That's right," he commanded on his knees with his butt thrust high into the 
air. The side of his face rested on his arm on the floor. "Now take your 
tongue and lick my asshole. Lap it down real good and then worm your tongue 
inside. And don't forget to stop every once in a while and lick and suck on 
my balls." 

A musty odor clung to his rear, but it wasn't as bad as she had feared. Hair 
ringed the brown bud of his asshole, but it was quickly lathered down by her 
spit. And the taste that she had been reluctant to find was hardly there at 
all. It wasn't much different from licking his balls, and the smell that was 
there was partially sweat. She lapped, licked and prodded as she was told. 
And she found a funny pleasure in hearing his moans. 

The end of his ball sac pointed like an arrow to his asshole and her tongue 
had quickly found the mark. Its tip teased at the tight wrinkled skin, then 
licked down the length of his ass crack. She teased up onto his sac, 
worrying at the base of his cock which underlay the loose skin. That, in 
particular, caused him to groan. 

Her mouth gathered in one of his pendulous balls and sucked on it, then 
stretched open so the other could join its companion in the warmth. Her 
tongue bumped them together, then her lips closed down, and the suction 
rolled his two balls together. It was in there, she thought as she nursed on 
his nuts, that the sperm grew and waited for her cunt. It was in these balls 
that the mystery of her entire existence was hidden, and she tried to suck 
them clear down into her throat. 

The tip of her tongue trickled across the narrow dam of flesh as her 
attention returned to his ass. The tight opening parted slightly to let in 
the end of her tongue. Shivers broke out all over her body and she stiffened 
her tongue to burrow deeper into his ass. 

The skin was slicker there; her, tongue curled and pushed even harder. 
Amazingly to the teenaged girl, it ran farther up his shitter. She prodded 
again and again, slowly fucking him up the asshole with her tongue. His hips 
tensed and his body shuddered as his cock spurted a glob of cum onto the 
floor. 

One of her hands found his hanging balls and squeezed them together as her 
tongue fucked his ass. His cock continued to erupt at the double sex 
treatment, and puddled his jism onto the mat between his legs. Later, after 
he had finished, he made her lick it up. 

He chained her to the floor, her arms outstretched and her legs pulled up 
tightly into her belly to force her ass upwards. Then he fucked her from 
behind like a dog, snarling and cursing, then howling at the top of his 
lungs as he spurted cum into her cunt. He stood up and pissed down onto her 
back. Then, thinking better, he dropped back to his knees and crammed his 
softening cock back into her pussy. A scalding pressure filled her cunthole 
as he pissed. It backwashed and ran down her legs. 

He washed her down with a water hose, making her sit there as he aimed the 
stream of icy water from his crotch like it was from a long, snaky green 
prick. 



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"I bet you thought I had forgotten about you yelling about your pussy being 
so small that it was going to tear," he said matter-of-factly as he clamped 
her down to the table. "I'm going to show you now exactly what I meant when 
I said that it was able to stretch bigger than you thought." 

"Please don't hurt me," Barbi whined as he pulled the black straps tight 
around her waist and her neck. Locking them down, he stepped back to admire 
his work. 

The device he had bound her to could have passed for a gynecologist's 
examination table. Only the clamps and the straps belied that purpose. Even 
the shining metal stirrups were locked into place. But these too, showed a 
significant difference. Heavy metal cuffs locked her ankles in place. 

Her feet were forced high by the stirrups, with her thighs bent back sharply 
over her stomach. It lifted her ass slightly into the air while holding her 
thighs apart. Her bald little pussy gaped open the length of her entire 
juicy slit. The folds of the opening of her cunthole were pulled back to 
reveal the pink mouth of her pit, and the clamps and the straps held her in 
place with her hips hiked up in the air. 

Her face reddened when he bent forward toward her pussy. 

"What are you going to do?" Barbi cried. 

The only answer she got was an evil smile. He stood up, then turned and left 
Barbi trembling naked on the table. She remained like that for several 
minutes, her mind running wild until he returned with both hands full. 
Putting down a metal device and a plastic bottle of lotion, he held up his 
other hand. Clasped in his fist was an enormous black dildo almost twice as 
thick as the cock he had fucked into her cunt. 

"That won't fit!" she gasped as her jaw fell open in surprise. "My pussy 
isn't that big- it'll tear me to pieces!" 

"You might think so," he grinned as he spurted lotion from the bottle onto 
the gigantic false cock. He rubbed it into the rubber shaft with the palm of 
the other hand, then retrieved the bottle and inverted it to squirt a long, 
cold jet of the creamy liquid directly into the opening of Barbi's pink 
cunt. Then with another squeeze, he coated the massive fake cockhead and 
turned it to aim it at her creamy fuckhole. 

"Don't, Daddy!" Barbi squealed as she tried to wiggle away from the cold 
touch of the dildo. But the straps around her body and the clamps on her 
hands and feet kept her firmly in place. There was little point in fighting, 
so she stilled and waited for it-submitting in the hope that it wouldn't 
tear her apart. 

Its tip centered directly on her cunthole, and he pressed on it with both 
hands. Agonizingly slowly, her pussy spread, opening its tender lips to the 
monstrous thing. The first inch of it slid in, thanks only to the 
lubricating cream that greased its way. 

"It hurts!" she shrieked, forgetting about submission and fighting the 
clamps again. 

Her flesh bruised deeper, almost to the bone, and the skin on the inside of 
her right wrist gave way and split. But even as her right hand explode in 
agony, it was no worse than the pain that was tearing at her cunt. 

"I can't take it, Daddy!" she screamed. "My pussy is going to tear!" 

He snarled his answer, more a guttural growl than words, as he pushed at the 
gigantic dildo with his right palm flat against its end. Slowly, and only 
with great difficulty, another two inches-then three-dug into the tortured 
girl. 

"No!" Barbi cried. 

She had given up hope of relief and submitted to the rape of the black 
dildo. Her father, with a mighty shove, drove its dickhead clear to the back 
of her cunt. And when it stuck and would go no more, six inches of the dark 
beast still jutted from her pussy. 

Tears streamed down Barbi's cheeks as her father pulled the large fucker 
almost out of her cunt, then rammed it back in again. Her screams were no 
longer words, and no longer made sense. They were the echoes of pain and 
frustration. Her pussy was being stretched beyond repair, and there was 
nothing the poor girl could do about it. 

But although the dildo was still gripped tightly, it slid in and out easily 
in the lubricating cream. She was being fucked with the demon, and although 
her skin didn't tear, it still telegraphed signals of sheer torture and 
pain. For long minutes it pistoned inside her, bruising the surrounding 
muscles to the point of collapse. Finally the mighty shaft pumped easily 
into her, leaving a cavern each time that it slipped out. 

Then the fucking log was gone and instead, there was a touch of cold metal. 
Barbi glanced down with fear in her eyes. But she didn't recognize what was 
being shoved inside her. More than anything, it looked like a long metal 
sleeve. 

"Ouch!" Barbi cried as her father turned a short lever on the side of the 
device. 

A steel band closed in the flared top and forced open the end of her cunt. 
It was working like a collection of levers; the more the top was tightened, 
the bigger it gaped open Barbie's cunt. Already her hole had been forced 
wider than even the giant dildo had demanded. 

Her shrieks were continual now. She watched as her father slipped one hand 
down inside the metal sleeve. Then some of the pressure on the opening of 
her cunthole disappeared, only to leave a huge lump resting inside. Between 
her legs, her father pulled the metal device up his arm, then unclamped it 
and let it fall to the floor. If it was gone, Barbi wondered hysterically, 
what was holding open her cunt? And what was the giant lump that seemed to 
be lodged in her pussy and was beginning to move around. Slowly her eyes 
followed his arm down to where it disappeared into her body. It seemed to 
cut off right at his wrist. 

It hit her like a lightning bolt: her father had his whole fist rammed up 
her cunt! And he was starting to piston it along her widely stretched pussy 
walls. 

"Too goddamn small!" he howled victoriously. "You didn't know how much that 
pussy could stretch! I'm fist-fucking you, you little bitch; I've got my 
whole goddamn fist screwing your cunt!" 

Barbi collapsed back onto the couch. As the huge lump moved in her fuckhole 
and battered against the end of her cunt, her submission was complete. There 
was no shame left, because it was all used up. She was her Daddy's girl now, 
to use as he pleased. 

	CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Barbi flipped the car keys into the air, then caught them in her right palm. 
They rolled between her fingers then she tossed them to the ground. She 
plopped heavily down beside them. 

Very little of it made much sense. Just as she had totally submitted to him 
for the first time, he had abruptly stopped his tortures and set her free. 
For the first time in days, he gave her some clothes, and the brush of cloth 
on her skin gave her a funny kind of feeling. Part of her protection had 
been handed back. He had even pitched her the car keys, saying he could get 
back to town some other way. It was her choice, he told her. 

She scratched in the grass and retrieved the keys, then looked from them to 
the house, to the car and finally back over the small valley in front of 
her. 

Part of what she had believed simply wasn't true any more. Perhaps it never 
had been. She wetted a finger in her mouth then reached under the hem of her 
short skirt. She was wearing no panties, and she touched the lips of her 
cunt. Slowly, she pressed her finger inside her cunt. It was as tight as it 
should be; her finger felt pressure all around. She had been stretched all 
out of shape, but her body had remembered. She hadn't thought it would be 
so. 

Her finger was still in her cunt, and she swirled it all around, touching 
the circle of her inner walls. She closed her eyes and felt the soft 
sensation, one she wouldn't have paid much attention to before. Perhaps it 
was in pain that pleasure was found. At least he had taught her to ask that 
question, even though the answer might seem strange. 

Unconsciously, her finger glided from beneath her dress and into her mouth. 
Slowly, still unaware of it, she sucked it onto the surface of her tongue, 
tasting its faint pussy flavor. Like Pavlov's dogs when the bell had been 
rung, her mouth watered around the now-familiar taste and smell. 

She got to her feet. In the west, the orange dying sun slid toward the 
oblivion of the dark horizon, but in Barbi a new day had just begun. Looking 
first at the car, she smiled and turned her back on it to return to the 
house. 

Strange new sensations were coursing about her body. Too many interesting 
questions still remained in her mind. Her father had given her the first few 
morsels and now she wanted more. There would be more, much, much more, she 
promised herself excitedly. And when she had learned all that he knew, the 
two of them would search beyond. He had left it in her hands, and she wanted 
it to go on and on. 

And it would, she laughed to herself. She would see to it, even if she had 
to take the whip in her own hand. And with that seed planted and nurtured, 
she stepped back through the door just a few minutes before dark. 


THE END
