"Marcia! Come back!" called Len, running up the stairs. Annemarie could only wait and hope that the man returned soon to let her loose.
Her cunt and ass still burned from the fucking she had just received. Everything Len had done had been perfect. She loved it!
Craning her neck, Annemarie was able to get a better view of the stairs. Suddenly Len appeared carrying Marcia, who was kicking and clawing at him. He easily controlled her violent actions and dumped her onto the dusty mattress.
She jumped up and tried to escape. He reached out and caught her arm, dragging her back to the floor.
"Nope, you're going to stay here and listen to what I have to say about all this, young lady."
"Go to hell, you monster!" Marcia shrieked, her eyes wide. She pointed at Annemarie and screamed, "What have you done to her? I saw you when I turned on the lights! You tied her up and then you… then you did things to her!"
"He didn't 'do things' to me, Marcia," interrupted Annemarie. "He tied me up, spanked my ass until I came, and, then he fucked me until I came again and again. It was marvelous!"
"What?" the girl responded, shocked. "I don't believe this. I knew you were really a sicko when it came to sex, Annemarie, but I never thought you'd enjoy having anyone do… this… to you."
"Do what? What I enjoy? It is you who is sick if you feel anything done between adults is wrong."
"Yes, Marcia," piped up Len. "You seem to have acquired your mother's fucked-up head as well as her beauty. She can't get things right, either."
"Right? You call doing things to a helpless girl fight? My God, how awful!"
Annemarie said to Len, "I think your daughter suffers from the same fantasies I do – with one more. She has a craving for the cock of her father."
"Shut your mouth, bitch!" the man snapped. But the tone of his voice suggested he thought it might be true. He turned to Marcia and asked, "Is she right? Do you really want that kind of action?"
"God, no! To have my very own father fuck me would be horrid!" she protested. But she had revealed her true desires when she used the word "fuck".
Len moved with the speed of a striking snake. He gripped his daughter's upper arms and pulled her flat onto the mattress. Her fighting lacked much spirit. He was able to easily tie her hands behind her back as he had done with Annemarie.
Marcia kicked him hard in the shins. He yelped in pain, then slapped her across the face.
"God, you beast! How can you do this?" Marcia demanded.
"Yes, master, it isn't right for you to fuck your own daughter!" Annemarie chimed in. She smiled when she saw the looks exchanged by the two. Marcia was afraid, perhaps more terrified than she'd ever been in her life. But there was desire there, too. Of all the men in the world, she worshiped her father the most and wanted to give him pleasure.
And Len's face showed passion for his daughter. He realized then that he had to take away all sense of guilt from the girl by tying her up. That way, she wouldn't be allowing him to do anything to her; he would be forcing his will on her.
With a quick turn he held Marcia's wrists tightly and tied her up. He dumped her on top of Annemarie. Both girls gasped as Marcia fell heavily over Annemarie's pretzeled back. The chair cut cruelly into Annemarie's belly as Marcia's weight forced her down.
"Don't do this, master!" she moaned, hoping he wouldn't stop. She quickly figured out his scheme. He was tying his daughter's legs to the same chair legs that hers were fastened to. A quick turn of rope held Marcia's body firmly on top of hers. They were bent together over the top of the chair like two slices of bread in a sandwich. Annemarie wondered if the meat would be shoved in between them.
"You offend me with your outmoded morality, girl," Len told his daughter. He began taking off her clothes. She struggled and nearly choked Annemarie.
"Stop it, damn it, don't wiggle so! You're going to cut me in half!" Annemarie warned. Marcia stopped struggling.
The man began stripping the jeans off his daughter. Her feet were tied down, so he couldn't pull them much farther than the curve of her ass. He grunted, then picked up a sharp knife and began slicing her heavy denim off her body.
"Daddy, no! Don't use the knife on my jeans!" But he continued. Soon she was clad only in her blouse and panties. And the thin cotton panties wouldn't last long under the sharp blade of the knife.
Surprising her, he tossed the knife aside without slicing away the panties from her cunt. The girl looked back over her shoulder and saw an expression of lust on his face.
She began to squirm again until she heard the moans of the girl tied underneath her. The slightest movement on her part brought added pain to her friend.
"Such a lovely ass!" Len said. "And it's going to be mine." He moved closer and shoved his thick prick forward. Marcia jumped in reaction, but it was Annemarie who received his cock all the way up her cunt.
"Ummmm, so wonderful your prick feels inside me! And it's turning stiffer! I can feel it hardening in my cunt!" She tensed her cunt muscles and gave his prick a good squeeze. He moaned, and she began relaxing and tensing her belly muscles to give him the greatest pleasure possible. When the thick juices flowed from her cunt and lubricated his prick, he began to slowly fuck her. The delight boiling up in her cunt offset the pain from the weight of the other girl on top of her.
"No!" protested Marcia. "You can't fuck her! If you have to fuck one of us, do it to me!"
"So you're turning noble. You want my prick so you can save your friend from such a horrible fate. What do you say, Annemarie, my little sex slave? Should I fuck my own daughter instead of you?"
"Whatever you want, master," she said.
"Very well. I'll tend to my self-sacrificing daughter and fuck her a little bit."
Marcia groaned as his prick smashed into her cunt. She didn't get the entire length buried up her virgin cunt, however. Her cotton panties seemed to hold back the fleshy battering-ram of cock. He shoved harder and carried a bit more of her panties into her cunt hole. The girl felt as if her entire body was on fire.
The pressure of his cock against her panties transmitted itself all over her cunt. He was able to apply pressure to her pussy mound and all the skin around her cunt. When she felt her tiny little clit begin to perk up, she knew he was succeeding in turning her on. She hated herself for responding to the man. After all, he was her daddy! But the tension building inside her couldn't be denied.
She could feel her cotton panties yielding with every stroke, and she was turned on just a little more every time he fucked into her. The cloth stretched and clutched firmly at her pussy mound. It tantalized the tip of her erect clit.
But that wasn't enough. This was like an appetizer before a meal. She had to have the full course. March had to have her daddy fucking her cunt! Her virgin cunt!
"Give it to me, please, Daddy, please! I'm burning up inside. I have to feel what it's like!"
He said nothing but continued to drive harder and faster into her panties. There was a tiny tearing sound as his prick shoved hard against the fabric, now soaked with her cunt juices. Her virgin cunt was slobbering as if begging for the full length of his prick. Nothing less would please her now.
The cloth ripped and his prick hurtled into her cunt. She screamed as he rammed hard against the rubbery curtain of her hymen. He bounced back, then shot forward again. The blunted head of his cock slowly stretched her cherry until it popped.
She screamed again as she felt as if her guts were being ripped apart. She hadn't thought it would be this painful. And then she realized the pain was turning into a dull ache, which soon faded away to be replaced by a mounting excitement. This was totally different from anything else the girl had ever experienced before. She was shaking all over.
When her father pulled his bloodied prick out of her virgin cunt, she loudly begged him to fuck her good. He stuffed his prick back into her cunt. When he began to really fuck her, she thought she would lose her mind from the pleasure.
And her father was the one who'd plucked her cherry. That gave her an added thrill. The feelings rampaging inside her cunt were new to her. She didn't know how to control them. And she achieved her first orgasm unexpectedly. It leaped through her tender young body when she least expected it.
Tensing, crying out, she thrashed around wildly.
"Stop, please! You're killing me!" Annemarie screamed.
"Maybe this will help," Len said. There was a wet plopping sound, then he shot his prick into Annemarie's agitated cunt. He fucked her with short, quick strokes that created a hot friction against her pussy walls. The sudden warmth in her cunt flared into an all-consuming fire that raged through her. She exploded in climax.
When she came to her senses after her orgasm, she realized that his prick was no longer up her cunt, but in Marcia's. He fucked Marcia for a while, and then Annemarie again. From one cunt to the other he pulled and plunged his thick cock.
"My God, you're both so tight and seething hot, I can barely stand it!" he groaned. His prick was shaking hard.
"More! Deeper! I have to have it all!" Marcia moaned. "I'm getting to be a greedy b-bitch! F-fuck meeeee! Fuck me goooood!"
Len snapped, "Don't use foul words like that! I must punish you for it!" A ringing slap sounded, and Annemarie felt the shock of his swat on Marcia's naked ass.
And then he really fucked her. Slowly, he drove in and out. His relentless prick warmed her to the point where she came, but still he fucked on, faster. His prick swelled inside her tight cunt. He began using a corkscrewing motion to drill deeper into his daughter's pussy. He fucked as hard and fast as he could, and she got off again. Her convulsing pussy clamped fiercely on his buried cock, and he came. He blasted out streamers of his thick gooey manseed. He filled her cunt to overflowing, then slipped his limp cock out.
He looked at the two girls tied to the chair and sighed. He asked, "Should I leave you two alone to discuss this? Or would you rather be freed?"
"You're killing me!" said Annemarie, fighting for air. The weight of Marcia's body was increasingly painful. Len smiled and untied the ropes holding them to the chair. Annemarie collapsed onto the mattress and didn't mind at all that it was dusty. It felt so damned good to not be bent double any more!
But what thrilled her the most was the knowledge that Len hadn't undone the ropes holding her wrists tightly together. There was more to come. For both her and Marcia!