She gasped as he released her, sucking in air as though it were her last breath.
"No more, Dad! Please, no more!" Phil ignored her pleas, hearing instead the rising sexuality in her voice.
Why, this little bitch was really digging this! He went back and picked up the riding crop, then walked back toward the chained teen, grinning wickedly and slicing the whip through the air so she could hear it whistle.
"I'm gonna whip you, Lynn, baby doll! Gonna whip them sweet knockers of yours… just like your mom's… all nice and bloody!"
Lynn pulled back in her chains, trying to back away from her father as he neared her, whipping the crop back and forth in front of her face.
"Noooooo…" she whimpered weakly, "Nooooooo…"
She closed her eyes.
The whip sung through the air, slashing into her bare thighs!
Her gasp was loud, involuntary: "AHHHGG!"
The whip struck her again, this time across her tits, and Lynn had never felt such burning pain – and such a deep burning glow in the pit of her cunt.
Her scream of pain was mingled with a cry of pleasure, but she was only barely aware of it. Her mind was fighting with the horror of being whipped by her dad and the delighted excitement she felt in his complete attention.
He sliced the whip into her unprotected tummy. Lynn tried to double over with the fire across her stomach, but the chains prevented any movement like that – she could only grit her teeth and gasp and throw her beautiful hair all over the place.
She had taken her mother's place!
Her cunt oozed juice, and her nipples swelled to gigantic size, tingling with a strange aching – a longing to feel the direct blows of the whip.
And she suddenly realized that she wished her legs were untied – so she could spread them apart – and offer her bare cunt to her dad's whip!
She fought her chains as he whipped her body, lashing her body, making her sweat up a storm.
"Dad…" she murmured, her head rolling limply on her pulled shoulders. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she forgave him for hurting her so badly, that she'd let him do anything to her – hurt her, hurt her.
"Don't… hurt… hurt… meeeee."
It was a tiny little whisper of a whine. Phil only barely heard the words.
His cock was standing up straight, pointing the way to Lynn's clenched cunt!
"What did you say, baby doll?"
Lynn lifted her head. Long strands of hair clung to her face, stringy with her sweat.
She looked at her lusty father. His cock was massive, and once she found it with her eyes, she couldn't look away, couldn't see anything else in the room.
She gulped as he repeated his question, accenting it with a stroke of the crop to her hip.
Lynn jerked weakly in her bonds, and she felt a warm trickle of blood sliding down her arm from her raw wrist.
She kept her eyes on that cock.
"What did you say, you fucking girl!"
Lynn wet her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat. She tried to say it again.
"Hurt… Dad… hurt… hurt me. Hurt me. Hard."
Phil stared at the girl. She was incredibly beautiful. Her body was perfect. And she was offering to let him – begging him – to hurt her, use her body for his own pleasure.
And she was a virgin!
Phil felt his cock go rigid, harder than ever. He'd never dreamed it could happen! His own fucking daughter! Begging for his cock!
Look at her staring at my fucking dork! Thirteen years old, whipped, bleeding… and she wants my damned prick up her virgin snatch!
Phil fondled the riding crop, thinking. He glanced back at June – she was still out – and Lynn couldn't take much more whipping before she'd faint, too.
Now was the time.
Now was the right time to fuck his daughter!