Chapter Four
The blacks set about untying me from the horse while the others watched
my dad swallow the fourth man's cum, then lick up the rest from his softening
member.
Daddy seemed in a daze, reacting slowly when Ed ordered him to stand up.
He slowly rose to his feet and I looked over in amazement to see his penis
bobbing out and up like the tusk of a young elephant. The shear size of the
thing terrified me, yet the residue of desire in my loins responded to the sight
of his incredible manhood. I had gotten enough of a look at the other men
during their blow jobs to know that, impressive as they were, their organs were
no match for my dad's. This gave me a perverse sort of family pride, but at the
same time I sure didn't want to have my first sexual experience with my own
father, and especially with a father built like some kind of stallion.
They forced me onto my back over the end of a crotch high padded bench
about a foot wide. My arms were pulled down and my wrists cuffed together under
the bench. The bench was so short that the crack of my butt was off one end and
my head was hanging over the other end. My legs dangled free. My spirits rose
as the ball gag was removed from my aching jaws.
The clamps on my nipples were suddenly pulled free. For a moment I felt
relief, then gave out a loud yowl as scalding hot feeling surged back into the
abused nubs. For minutes they throbbed as if each contained a little beating
heart. The pulsing pain slowly receded to a warm glow, but I knew they would be
super sensitive for a long time.
The two blacks led my dad to me and Ed said, "Well, daddy, this is your
lucky day. You get the honor of giving your daughter her first fuck. Are you
ready?"
The women were all giggling. One of them reached out and grasped dad's
cock in her hand, holding it up to point at her face and said, "What do you say,
big boy, are you ready for a little incestuous intercourse?"
The others laughed as two of the women came beside me. Each took one of
my legs and raised them above waist level. Pulling my thighs apart, they looked
at my dad and one of them said, "Look at your little girl's cunt, wet and eager
for daddy's big dick."
I had always adored my dad, but deep down my respect for him had been
tarnished by the sight of him submissively sucking off the other men, groveling
on his knees before them like a slave. My heart soared with renewed love when
he stubbornly answered Ed, "No, I'll do whatever else you want and I'll take
your punishment, but I won't rape my precious little girl."
"What we want," Ed mimicked him, "is for you to sink that cock of which
you are so proud all the way up your little girl's cunt, and we'll settle for
nothing less. After all, it was your own wife's idea. Can the rest of us help
it if her suggestion sounds so appealing?"
Dad shook his head stubbornly. One of the women holding my leg said,
"Let's put him on the decision maker and see how long he takes to change his
mind."
There was general agreement and the blacks walked out of sight, coming
back in moments with a mechanical contraption in tow. It was a chair like
thing, but what should have been the seat was just two round parallel tubes a
couple feet apart. These were just about two feet above the base of the thing,
and sticking up from the base was a metal pipe, and attached to this was a
replica of a big cock and balls. The metal shaft dropped down into a jacking
mechanism. In front of this mechanism was a D ring anchored to the base more
than a foot away from the vertical rod.
They forced my dad back against the narrow seat back, cuffing his wrists
behind it and pushing him down till he was squatting with a leg on the outside
of each horizontal bar, his butt poised just above the long fake penis. Rufus
held him down by his shoulders as Mya knelt between his outspread knees and
cinched a leather thong around the base of his scrotum, pulling it tight and
making his balls hang like a punching bag beneath the constricting loop. The
loose end of the thong hung down behind his sack. She took this and tied it off
to the D ring in front of the base, taking up enough of the slack to make his
scrotum move forward away from his crotch and allowing a better view of the
poised dildo.
It took three of the men to restrain dad's hips as they began jacking
the fake penis between his spread buttocks. Daddy tried to pull away as the
cold tip of the dildo sought entrance into his anal opening, but the cord above
his testicles grew taunt, stretching his sack painfully. He gasped in pain,
stopping his struggle to get away from the dildo to ease the strain on his
balls. In the next moment the head of the dildo popped between his sphincter
muscles and began to penetrate his anal passage.
He was trapped and he knew it, grimacing in resignation as the shaft
moved slowly up his clenching rectum. Dad began to breath in shallow gulps,
moaning softly as half the fake cock disappeared into his colon. After another
inch went in his whole body tensed and his powerful thighs flexed in an effort
to pull up from the invader. "Agh," he cried as his movement stretched his
already distended ball sack, the cord slipping down to force his egg size
testicles into a bulging sack of painfully stretched skin.
Dad cried out again as he dropped downward to ease the tension on his
balls only to increase to agony of his anal passage by forcing more of the shaft
into his anal passage. His body began to sweat and strain as he jerked up and
down in a confused effort to find relief as the dildo continued its relentless
journey into his screaming guts.
Finally the fake balls lodged against the spread cheeks of his ass, yet
still the thing continued to rise until dad was crying out in agony. I finally
snapped and shouted, "Please, daddy, I want you to fuck me. Don't take any
more. Don't hurt my daddy any more. If you have to hurt somebody, do it to me,
but please let my daddy go."
They backed the dildo off just enough to ease the agonizing pain in his
balls. One of the women knelt beside my dad and reached over to stroke his
still rigid manhood. She said, "You see, she really wants you to do her." Dad
still shook his head no.
In a few moments they changed tactics at my expense. My legs were
stretched down, back and apart one either side of the bench, then shackled with
a rope between my ankles which made the backs of my knees hug the wooden legs.
This held my pelvis against the end of the table and made my crotch open and out
thrust. To immobilize me further a leather strap was attached to the table leg
beside my head, run across my throat, then cinched to the other leg, holding my
head down with the padded edge of the table behind my neck.
I was looking upside down at my dad when Ed came into my field of view
carrying the many tailed whip and said, "If beating her with this doesn't
persuade you we'll move up to something stronger."
He walked toward the side of my table. A moment after he left my field
of vision I heard the tails of the whip swishing through the air. "Splat." My
right breast exploded in pain so intense that for long moments I couldn't tell
exactly where the strands had landed. When the initial shock subsided the pain
turned to a burning glow on the top of my thrusting mammary. I cried out, but
didn't utter a word. Mother had taken this whip on her tits without begging and
I was determined to do the same.
The next blow landed on the top surface of my right titty and, though I
cried out loudly, the shock was wearing off and I knew I could survive. He
moved his attention to the underside of each tit, then back to the tops,
alternating several times as the pain again began to transform into acute
arousal in my sex organs. I could actually feel my clit stretching, so blood
engorged that it almost hurt.
My father looked on, his face holding little expression. His cock,
rigid and swaying up and down, was far more expressive of his state of mind, and
this turned me on in some strange way.
Without warning, Ed placed the next strike squarely on the peak of my
right breast, sending a bolt of agony from the electrified nipple down my belly
and into my crotch. My scream filled the air as the next blow sent a parallel
shock wave downward.
"Oh god, daddy, fuck me. I want you daddy. I want your big cock in me.
Please daddy."
My begging was interrupted by the next lash on my nipple, but then I
heard my dad gasp, "Stop it, stop beating her, I'll do it."
"You'll do what?" asked Ed in a mocking tone as he raised the whip and
brought it down again.
"I'll fuck my daughter, dammit."
"Long and hard?" Whap, he struck again.
"Yes, I'll fuck her long and hard."
"You will last at least 15 minutes of hard fucking?" Whap.
"Yes, yes, whatever you want."
The whip was stilled finally. As they released my dad and drew the
dildo out of his asshole, other hands unbound my legs and removed the strap
across my throat. The naked men and women swarmed around my table. One
blessedly cradled my head. I looked up to see that it was a pretty young
redhead smiling down at me. She said softly, "I wouldn't want you to miss
this."
Other hands drew my legs up and apart, and still others cupped and
massaged my tits, making the nipples stand out in rigid erection despite the
mixture of pleasure and pain their touch brought to my inflamed skin. I gasped
when fingers touched my throbbing clit, rubbing and pinching my most sensitive
place.
With my head being held up I saw my dad approach, his bobbing penis
above the level of my spread vagina. His hands were cuffed behind him and Mya
had her long ebony fingers tightly gripping the middle of his rigid cock shaft,
stroking it firmly even as she pulled him toward his task. I shivered with
eager fear as the women holding my legs wrapped their arms around my calves,
pulling my legs against their soft breasts and stretched me further apart. When
my legs were wide open and pulled toward the head of the table so far that my
cunt tilted up invitingly, Mya drew my father's cock head down to meet me.
Dad seemed to resist with a last minute change of heart, bracing his
feet and refusing to violate my virgin hole. As if planning for this
possibility, two of the men who had been working on my tits went into action.
They reached up above me and I noticed for the first time that the were cords
hanging from an overhead pulley. Each of them pulled down a loose end. Working
rapidly they made loops and tied these around the base of each of my breasts,
cinching them so tight that my tit meat ballooned out of the constricting loops,
stretching my pink aureole and drawing my thimble shaped nipples into wide
little mounds. I cried out in pain as my fleshy globes began to turn deep pink.
Suddenly they used the pulley to take up the slack in the cords which
rose from knots placed side by side on the inside of my tits over my sternum. My
beautiful breasts, already distorted by the tight bindings, began to twist
painfully, the nipples rotating outward to point at the men who were bringing me
this misery.
"Please, dad, this hurts."
Ed interjected, "For your disobedience, slave, the cords will be drawn
up until your cock is in her. Once you begin, your little girl's tits will left
where they are and abused at our discretion based upon your performance.
Whatever you do, don't let our actions tempt you to come too soon, for if you do
we will string her up by her ankles and beat her cunt and asshole till she has
sucked off each of us, women included, and that could take a long time."
The cords were moving as he spoke, taking more and more of my upper
body's weight. I screamed in terror at the thought of being pulled completely
off the table by my tits. "Dad," I shrieked, "for god sake fuck me."
I was so busy looking at the horrifying spectacle of my misshapen tits
that I didn't see my dad's first lung forward. Even though his prick tapered
down in size as it approached the head, my virgin hole was unprepared to admit
this foreign invader. "Iaeee," I shrieked as it split my tight little vaginal
opening, rippling and stretching till it came up against my virgin's membrane.
Once committed daddy didn't hesitate. Backing out till the head nearly
popped free, he rammed forward again. I felt something trying to tear loose,
shrieking again with fear of being torn apart. On the next thrust he ripped
through my hymen. A stabbing, burning pain shot through me, and though I
shrieked a third time even louder than before, a voice inside me exulted.
I was a woman and I knew I was ready to be treated as a woman. Barely
aware of what I was doing, I said, "Oh yes daddy, make me a woman, give it to
me."
His penis seemed to spasm for a moment, sliding out to my entrance and
then lancing my unprepared channel, burning me deep inside from the sudden
stretching of tissue, opening my vagina channel to its natural purpose. Each
new thrust carried his probing cock head deeper and deeper, the thickening shaft
giving no part of my channel rest from the burn of being stretched wider and
wider.
Though the pain continued, a hard knot of arousal grew to meet the pain,
transforming it into a part of my growing frenzy for more. The pain was good.
The pain was like a vital ingredient that was being mixed with the delightful
stimulation of my vaginal tissues to make an explosion of sexual release that I
instinctively knew would eclipse any climax that could ever come from soft and
gentle stimulation.
I was glad my tits were painfully bound and stretched, glad each thrust
of the huge meat pole brought both pain and delicious stimulation. And then I
felt the head of his prick nudge painfully at the end, realizing it was at the
mouth of my cervix. A feeling akin to disappointment swept over me. It was
over, I was woman, and yet I was like an explorer come upon the ocean but not
willing for the journey into uncharted territory to end.
Even so, I felt the passion continue rising as the pain subsided. Dad
thrust rhythmically in and out, burying eight inches or so into me with each
stroke. I groaned with pleasure, but couldn't let go of my craving for the last
few inches of thick shaft.
Apparently bored with our rhythmic intercourse, my tormentors suddenly
began slapping my bound tits, sending new waves of pain through my mammary
flesh. To their shock and my delight, this new and unexpected agony acted like
an electrical circuit closing between all my points of sexual arousal. Without
even having my clit stimulated, for it rose out and curved above my dad's
pistoning shaft, I felt a tidal wave of sensation flood from my nipples down to
crash over my genitals, exploding in a flood of vaginal fluids and spastic
contractions in my vagina from labia to womb. I screamed with ecstacy as the
power of my orgasmic release sent my eyes rolling upward and my body jerking
from head to toe like someone being electrocuted in the movies. I was suspended
in timeless bliss, the pain in my tits fused with the pleasure in my cunt, and
it was all good, all powerful, all welcome.
My scream turned slowly to gasping moans as the contractions grew
weaker. "Thank you, thank you," I gasped, grateful to all who tormented me. My
body flopped like a fish out of water, moving slower and slower as blinding
fulfillment peaked, and then floated down the backside of a climactic wave of
pleasure.
As I regained control of my mind and body I realized the abuse of my
breasts had stopped, though they were still tightly bound. I fell into the
rhythm of dad's stroking member, pushing up to meet him and wishing my legs were
free to wrap around him as I felt renewed arousal in my loins.
As my dad worked to stretch his orgasm past the time limit, my building
arousal was interrupted by Ed's loud voice, "This vanilla sex is getting boring.
As that TV cook would say, 'let's kick it up a notch.' We'll concede that slave
here can last 15 minutes. Who couldn't with not much more than half his cock
getting any action. As far as I'm concerned when he didn't go for full
penetration it counts as a failure on my scorecard. What do the rest of you
think?" Need I mention they agreed.
By now Rufus had taken his cue and pulled dad away from me, leaving my
newly stretched cunt empty, with a trickle of blood and pussy juice leaking out.
They released all three of us and ordered us to clean up and be ready to present
ourselves in 30 minutes. As we headed toward the bath room with the ever
present black giants on guard, the eight of them headed upstairs for drinks and
planning, chatting and laughing among themselves.
No longer afraid, I walked between my folks toward the bathroom. I
grinned happily from one to the other. Reaching over to my dad, I took his
frustrated erection in my hand, ran my fist up and down the shaft which was
still wet with my blood and female juices, and I said, "Guess I'll have to
confess breaking the rule against talking, but I have to tell you that was the
coolest thing ever. I hurt all over, but I can't wait to find out what they
want to do to us next. How long do you think they will let us stay?"
Mom smiled and tousled my hair. Dad looked at both of his women with a
wry smile and said, "You were right honey, she is definitely a chip off the old
block, not that I'm calling you old my dear. I guess this makes two of us who
have to confess, care to make it three, sweetheart?"
Mom reached out and grabbed my ass cheek, gave it an affectionate
squeeze and said, "I guess the time for telling her the truth has come a little
sooner than we figured. One confession to our wonderful daughter, then three to
our masters. With a little luck that will really piss them off."
The end
(Author's note: after many years of off and on writing of erotic stories
for my solitary amusement (then consigning them to the trash basket, pre
computer, or the delete button in recent years),this is the first to be offered
for publication. Though I'd intended to carry this story much further and to
make the action more intense, once I made the decision to publish I wanted to do
so before chickening out. Criticism and suggestions would be welcome, including
whether I should develop this story further.
In the meantime I'll go back to working on a couple of longer stories in
progress.
