The next morning, Melissa was stiff and sore. Her crotch was inhabited by millions of fire ants, all nipping and biting at hen She rubbed her sore cunt and winced. She hadn’t realized that fucking could leave such a "hang-over".
The girl slowly crawled out of bed, the fragrant odors of breakfast reaching her. She dressed, careful of her tender snatch, then went out to eat.
Melissa stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. Jon was sitting there at the table again, bigger than life and twice as ugly.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Honey, I’m your new poppa," Jon told her, an evil smile crossing his thin lips.
"The hell you say," she snapped. Looking to her mother sent cold chills up and down her spine. The woman wasn’t disputing what Jon had said
It couldn’t be! Her mother couldn’t have gotten married to this cock-sucking bastard just like that. She just couldn’t have!
"We got hitched last night, girl. I am your new daddy. How do you like that, huh?"
She started to leave, only to have her mother roughly grab her by the arm and spin her around. "You speak up when your daddy talks to you, hear?"
"He’s not my father. You divorced my father. Remember him? Red hair? Tall? A nice man? Not like this…" Words escaped her. She couldn’t think of anything vile enough.
"You watch your language, Melissa," warned her mother. "I won’t take much more of your sass. Jon and I were married yesterday and he’s going to be moving in here today. You’d better get used to having a man around the house again."
A man? Undoubtedly. But that motherfucker had a lot to learn. Being good in the sack wasn’t all that a girl looked for. And certainly not in a new father.
"You just run along, Sara. Me and Melissa here will have a little talk."
"See you tonight, dear. And you behave yourself,
young lady."
Melissa started to complain but a thick hand clamped on her arm and forced her into the kitchen chair. "You just sit until that mother of yours is good and gone. Then, you and me, we’ll see about getting better acquainted."
"You may be hell on wheels in bed and I’ll bet that’s why Mom married you, but don’t get any ideas, you jackass. I don’t like you one iota."
He laughed at her. "But I like you just fine. And I think I can come to really enjoy having you around-my big cock. How about it?"
The girl didn’t believe her ears. He was propositioning her. And she was his daughter now!
"Wh-what?" she asked, stunned.
"You’re a sexy piece of ass. Hell, that was the first thing I noticed. Me and you, Melissa, we can make music. You know what I mean?"
He stood, towering over her. She was looking directly into his crotch and the huge bulge under his pants. Horrified, paralyzed with dread, she watched him run his zipper down. His mighty prick came rushing out like a racehorse eager for the starting gate.
"You have to be out of your fucking head!"
"My, my, such language. You want to suck on my cock, huh?"
He thrust it forward toward her mouth. She turned her head away. To have it in her mouth would be-what? She couldn’t figure out exactly
how she felt towards the man. He was obviously well hung. And she’d seen him in action. He was a hell of a good lay.
What was it, then?
Melissa couldn’t say. Maybe it was the way he simply assumed she’d be hot for his bod. That smug assurance was enough to grate on anyone’s nerves. Or maybe it was something else. He was a real son of a bitch, after all. It could have been that and nothing more.
In which case, why didn’t she just hop into bed with him? She could ignore his antics when he wasn’t fucking her. Somehow, that didn’t seem right to the girl.
"Go to hell," was all she told him.
"That’s not the answer I want. You should have told me yes.”
His flat-handed slap across her face took her by surprise. It sent her stumbling across the floor. The cool linoleum under her cheek soothed the heated skin where his fingers had marked her.
"Now, are you going to suck on my prick? Or do I have to really convince you?"
She looked up at him, hatred flaring from her eyes. Never had she disliked a man more. Her loathing was compounded by the way he stood, his hands resting on his hips. His cock jutted from his groin, proud and long and hard.
"Okay," he sighed. "You want it the hard way. As my daughter, I suppose you should know I like
strict discipline. Do you know what I mean?" "Don’t you dare touch me!"
In a swift movement, he was across the distance between them. His hands hooked under her arms and lifted her with easy strength. She saw his chest expand with the strain of lifting her entire weight. Other than the bulging muscles, he showed no real effort being expended.
Holding her at arm’s length for a moment, he studied her. His eyes glowed with lust. She shuddered when she realized what she was in for. This man didn’t know the meaning of the word mercy.
He was an animal bent on nothing but fucking. And he’d surely have her. She couldn’t stop him, no matter how hard she struggled.
Casting her aside, he turned and fumbled in the kitchen drawer until he found a ball of twine. He held it up and said, more to himself than to the girl, "This will do just fine."
"Wh-what are you going to do?"
"You don’t like me, do you? We’ll see how well you like my prick when it pokes into that tight ass of yours."
"No! NO!"
He caught her with contemptuous ease. He spun her around and bent her over the high-backed wooden kitchen table chair. She groaned as the top of the chair cut into her belly. She tried to kick backwards like a mule; he was ready far her.
One meaty paw caught her left leg and quickly tied it with the string to the leg of the chair. As she fried to kick him with her right foot, he snared and tied it in the same fashion to the other leg of the chair.
She found herself in a position of embarrassing potential. Her feet were a good two feet apart and firmly tied. That exposed her crotch-if she hadn’t been wearing her jeans. She didn’t know what he was planning for her but it couldn’t be too bad. Not as long as she had the tough denim on.
"Yeah, that’s one helluva fine tush. That ass really turns me on in a big way."
"You’ll be sorry for this, damn you. You’re going to really be sorry!"
"Sure, sure. That’s what they all say at first. Afterward, they usually thank me for fucking them. I got a real man’s prick, Melissa. You re gonna love it, wait and see."
"Pig!"
He laughed, harsh and menacing. She shivered but didn’t try to escape until he grabbed one of her wrists. Bending her arm in a hammerlock, she crumpled forward under the pressure. As she reached back to try and stop the pain, she found both her wrists firmly tied with the string. The thin twine cut into her flesh, stopping circulation.
Hands tingling with lost blood, stomach bent painfully across the top -of the chair and her legs spread wide, she was as helpless as a girl could be.
She wanted to cry Somehow, she knew that would only good the man on. She didn’t want to encourage him.
"I hope you burn in hell, damn you!"
"Hey, a chick with fire. I like that. It makes fucking you all the more fun."
She attempted to escape when his hand stroked over her denim-clad butt. There wasn’t any place she could go. She was as immobile as any human being could be.
"Firm ass, real firm. Sorta tight-assed, if you ask me."
She refused to answer. No matter what she said, it would only encourage him to further degrade her. As long as her jeans were on, she could take anything he might do to her.
He might have been reading her mind. "Those jeans have got to go. Where’s my knife?"
He fumbled out a switchblade knife so that she could see, then opened it with a deadly snicking noise. He held the long silver blade in front of her face for a moment, then sneered.
"My friend and me, we been through a lot. He’s helped me out of some real tight jams. And we have fun together, too. Like now."
She cringed as the cold knife blade touched the outside of her leg. She sensed rather than felt the knife slipping up under the cuff. The brutal tearing noise came from the blade slicing neatly through the entire left side of her blue jeans. He’d cut her
pants open all the way to the waist.
Repeating the motion on her right side made the girl even more nervous. Her only protection from the man was rapidly disappearing. When he jerked and her jeans fell apart in two sections, she was left clad only in her white cotton panties.
"Nice ass, really something, God, I bet you got the boys creaming in their pants whenever you walk away from them. You got me good and hot and I seen the best."
She couldn’t hold back her fright, her anger, any longer. "You goddamn motherfucker!"
He cut her off simply. A loop of string around her head and between her lips silenced her words. The twine cut into the corners of her mouth unmercifully. She wanted to scream and couldn’t. The thin trickle of blood from the cut flesh started dribbling down her chin.
"You brought that on yourself, girl. You shouldn’t say naughty things like that."
He rubbed his hand over the curve of her ass again. She flinched. He instantly swatted her bottom, open handed. The swat stung. She imagined his handprint left in her snowy white flesh. The ugly red finger marks might take some time to go away.
"Don’t think you’re gonna tell anybody about this, either. I’m not gonna hurt you. But I can-and I will!"
She saw the glint of steel again. He held the switchblade close to her face. The point came closer, ever closer. She almost fainted when he lightly pressed the tip into her cheek. A tiny droplet of blood welled up and then slowly ran down her face to join the stream of blood from the corners of her mouth.
"Pain. That’s what I’ll give you if you open that fat yap of yours to anybody. But I can be good to you, too. Like this."
She cringed when the cold steel touched the skin just above her waist. A quick jerk and he cut her panties away. She was widely exposed to his lascivious pleasure.
"God, I never seen a cunt I wanted to fuck more!"
She managed to scream in spite of the string crossing her mouth when the cold steel blade touched her pussy lips. He laughed harshly, then she heard the clatter of the knife on the table.
"No more knife, Melissa. This is the real thing now. A man’s sword. A real cock!"
She screamed again as his prick surged all the way up her dry cunt. Never had a man tried fucking her until she was well greased with her fuck fluids. The dry passage of his cock all the way up into her belly threatened to tear her apart.
"Shit. No maiden juice. What’s with you, girl? You frigid or something? Or maybe you don’t like men."
She wanted to protest, to tell him off. It wasn’t
possible. The humiliating position in which she was tied made any struggle useless. With her legs tied apart the way they were, she couldn’t close herself up to him. Her cunt gaped, wide open and vulnerable to his attacks.
And with her hands bound as they were, she couldn’t hope to fend him off. If ever a girl had ever been at the mercy of a man, she was. And she hated the feeling immensely.
"I want you, girlie. And I’m in the position to get what I want. I’m not like you."
His hands caressed her warm assflesh again. She felt tiny tremors working into her body. No matter what he did, she both hated and liked it. In spite of herself, the spanking and now his hands all over her buttocks were turning her on.
She felt the thin trickle of her cunt juices, then heard this triumphant cry.
"Damn, I was right. You do like it! I can feel you getting all damp and excited around my cock!”
Her body quaked uncontrollably. She hated herself for this but couldn’t stop it. Showing fear was wrong, she knew that instinctively. Yet, was it fear she felt? Really? Or was it desire? Did she want to be violated by this berserk sex fiend? Was she so perverted she enjoyed being raped by him?
There were no easy answers. With her hands tied the way they were, and her legs secured to the legs of the chair, she wasn’t going anywhere. She had to
take whatever he gave her.
And right now, that was degradation-and one hell of a long prick.
She felt it tickle her innermost pussy flesh His cock was so big she wondered how she ever took it all the way up her juicy cunt. The huge cock was stretching her in all ways at once. She thought her flesh might tear, so full was her cunt with his prick.
"Please, oh, God, please!" she sobbed. She didn’t know what she was begging him for. It could as easily have been for him to let her alone as it was to have him really fuck her tight, fluid little cunt.
"Like it, don’t you? I told you they all loved my prick. Feel it dancin’ around inside you?"
He jerked his hips forward and began rotating his hips. The long prick started stirring around in her twat. The cock touched her everywhere inside. It was merciless in its search for new nerves to stimulate.
She was crying openly now. Pleasure poured through her like water into a jug. But even worse, she felt degraded. To be tied up like this, then to actually respond! It was humiliating. This meant she’d do anything, no matter how gross, for sex.
For a man’s cock, she’d jump through a hoop. To get herself well fucked, she’d obey any command. No matter that he had her tied up. She liked it. She liked his cock. She liked him fucking her.
"Stop it, stop it! I don’t want you to do this to me!"
"You say no when you mean yes, is that it?" he guessed rightly. "I’m going to really sock it to you now.”
If she thought he was fucking her before, she quickly changed her mind. Never had the young girl felt so much cock hammering into her soft, yielding cunt. He pulled out until only the broad arrowhead of his prick remained inside her cunt lips.
Then, with a huge shove from his powerful hips, he roared all the way up her well-greased pussy. The prick pulled and stretched her tight cunt in all possible directions. When he was buried balls deep in her twat, he did a funny little jump that gave his cock an up and down motion.
She came.
She hadn’t felt her body responding in this way. It just happened. One moment, she was crying out her frustration and anger. The next, she was sobbing from the great emotional and physical release of her orgasm.
"Ha! All you bitches love me when I fuck you like that. Try this and see how you like it!"
She almost passed out. His cock began jumping and dancing in her cunt. She never knew exactly what he did, but his prick seemed to grow to twice its size while it was all the way up her cunt. The girl knew he was tearing her apart. That’s all she
could feel, that mighty prick twisting and tearing away at her guts.
"Stop it! I can’t stand it! Oooooooh!"
The waves of pain passed through her and mixed with the pleasure from his powerful fucking. The familiar noise of his prick easing in and out of her pussy came to her ears. She moaned but even this failed to drown out the sounds of the fucking.
The friction burned at her insides. Her twat tightened around the already gigantic cock. That increased the friction of his fucking even more. He was making self-satisfied noises that infuriated her.
But bound, she was helpless. No matter how he wanted to teat her, she was at his mercy. The feel of his hairy thighs rubbing against her naked ass as he drove into her cunt from behind gave her a shivery feeling. It wasn’t a good feeling, yet it sent her pulse racing even faster than before.
As his cock split her cunt lips and shot all the way up into her belly, she came again.
Her hands were wooden and threatened to fall off from lack of blood. The way he had her ankles tied cut the circulation off there, too. She was one seething mass of pain-and still her cunt radiated pure pleasure. She was enjoying this degradation. No matter how he defiled her, she was getting off on it!
Her body shivered through still another climax, then she felt his cock erupt. He spewed out his hot jism into her tiny cunt for long minutes. She was
certain he’d pumped gallon after gallon of his cum into her before his cock deflated.
Limp, he fell from her cunt. She could see him tucking his prick away in his pants. Picking up the knife, he quickly and deftly cut her bonds. The string fell away from wrists and ankles as if by magic.
"Remember, cunt, you don’t tell nobody. Not a single goddamn person, got that?"
He kicked her in the ass. She moaned and nodded that she understood.
He didn’t see the burning hatred in her eyes or he might not have been so complacent as he left the kitchen.