Inappr opriate Father+Sister Team-Rape Story

Description: In this story, a girl seduces her father into a heavy kinky relationship, then convinces him to rape and torture his other daughter with her.

An important disclaimer: Everything in this story is purely fantasy, and should never happen in real life. Each character and event is purely fictional. The plot involves actions which are immensely, inexcusably morally wrong. If you have any hesitation about this distinction between fantasy and real life, or about the distinction between right and wrong, you must stop reading now and should seek counseling. An additional note: no character in this story should be assumed to be underage in any legal jurisdiction.

The girl squirms as she sits in the pew. Her mother’s hand rests on her thigh, a tight fold of the girl’s skin caught between the mother’s thumb and forefinger. Both mother and daughter look straight ahead at the preacher while the girl feels her heart rate rising slowly in response to the pain.

She cannot do or say anything to make her mother stop. An apology spoken out loud would only make the pinch harder and cause it to last longer. Speaking out loud in church is what had gotten her into this situation in the first place.

So the girl sits there, thinking about pain, the drone of a sermon failing to distract her.

She has never understood why it should be that the sting of a pinch on her thigh should have any kind of effect on her nipples. But there it is. As happens whenever her mother gives her this kind of punishment, she feels the tingling at the centers of her breasts. Is this caused by the skin of her nipples rubbing against her shirt as she wiggles quietly? Or is it just an internal sensation? She’s never had the chance to experiment to find out.

It doesn’t exactly feel good, but it makes her pain more… interesting.

Rather than letting up, her mother increases the severity of the pinch, twisting a little as well. The girl realizes she has just hissed involuntarily. She knows she must watch herself in order to prevent her mother from ramping up the punishment even further.

Something else she was doing involuntarily was this: Her back was just slightly arching back against the pew, allowing her shirt to rub slightly against her nipples. She looked up at the ceiling, breathing as slowly and steadily as she could to keep her nascent tears from becoming actual sniffles. She closed her eyes and arched her back just slightly more.

And, as always, the feeling began pulsing through her clitoris. How could it be that the pain should jump from her thigh to her nipples, and from her nipples to her clit, and along the way transform from pain into… something else? She has never really thought about this before. She has hardly even understood that there is something to understand. It was all punishment to her. The pain in her leg, the ache in her breasts, hope in her clit, the requirement to quash all movement, all contributed to her suffering.

If her pelvis is undetectably grinding back and forth into the pew, does her mother notice? The girl hopes not.

Church over, her leg released, she hobbles through the crowd, greeting friends, saying polite hellos to old people, and so on. She, her sister, her father, her mother, each make their separate way to the family’s car.

In the heat of the parking lot, the sun somehow seems to bake her leg around the bruise more intensely than anywhere on the rest of her body. In fact, her arms, her legs, her feet, remain somehow cold under the heat.

Today something out of the ordinary is occurring. Boxes and sacks full of baking goods have been placed in the front seat of the car and one of the passenger seats in the back row, in anticipation of some domestic event or other. “Where am I supposed to sit?” her dad asks. His wife always drives. She suggests that he sit in the backseat today, with the kids.

“Oh, man,” pipes up her sister. “Gonna be crowded…”

Mom jokes with her sister—“So you’re riding in the trunk then, Liana?” What really happens is, Dad sits on the seat behind Mom, Liana sits next to him, and the girl herself sits on her father’s lap.

The pain is not letting up. It really is the worst pinch her mother has ever given her. If anything, it feels as though the pinching had never ceased.

The tingle in her nipples, the buzz in her clitoris, also continue.

Liana and mom are conversing loudly about something, dad laughing and piping in. She cannot concentrate on what they are talking about. She rubs the bruise in a hopeless attempt to reduce the pain, but of course only hurts herself as a result. And when she does hurt herself, she makes the tingling elsewhere in her body more intense.

It hurts, and she keeps doing it. She begins driving her thumb into it, looking out across through her sister’s window, hoping to make sure no one notices what she is doing. It would be difficult to fulfill any demand to explain herself.

She has to stop after a few minutes, because her pelvis has started to move involuntarily. It happens twice. She hopes to pass it off as a result of a bumpy car ride.

The pain is still there. She is now looking out her own window. How can it be that the rhythm of the road outside fits the rhythm of the pulsing in her bruise, and throughout her body. A coincidence? A trick of her mind?

She knows her father has gone quiet. She knows what she can feel underneath her. She knows it’s not his fault and it doesn’t mean anything. She doesn’t know whether he knows that.

She wants someone to hurt her leg some more.

Without vocalizing, without hoping anyone will see her, pretending the man whose lap she is sitting on couldn’t notice, she mouths the words to no one. “Pinch me.”

She imagines sitting in the church pew again, her mother choosing to exercise cruelty. Who cares why she is being pinched?

She mouths it again, driven by the pleasant burning she feels around her vagina. She strains to turn her neck into the danger zone, far enough that she knows her father could see. The danger thrills her. “Pinch me, please pinch me.”

The swelling begins anew beneath her. She feels her father’s penis growing, throbbing.

       She shifts in her seat. She shifts once more.

Her thumb has found its way to her bruise again, and she is pushing rhythmically into it when she is interrupted. She knows her hand to be cold, yet suddenly it is warm. Her father’s hand is on hers. He moves her hand away from her bruise.

She is embarrassed, chastised. She has been caught. How will she explain herself to him?

His rough, warm fingers brush against her bruise. They close onto her skin. They take it up, begin pressing, twisting.

Father and daughter are looking back across the seats, making sure no one’s gaze directs itself toward her leg. She moves her bible in order to hide what is happening as best she can.

He now squeezes severely. She hisses quietly. She pushes her seat back into his penis. He maintains his hold. She maintains the pretense of a bumpy ride.

As he begins rhythmically varying his hold, squeezing, letting go, scratching a little, and so on, she leans back into him as the car rounds a corner. She places her lips at his ear. She whispers, gazing at her sister, watching his eyes turn toward her as well.

“Liana is so beautiful.”        

The girl makes no eye contact with her father as they exit the vehicle. A roast is finishing up on the stove as she enters the house and wanders in a daze back into the hallway. She does not form a plan to get herself into a room alone together with her father--she simply acts in the same way that you do not plan to remove your clothing as you get ready for bed. You simply act.        Her action is this: She picks up the vase that stands on the table in the hallway, and drops it to the floor, so that it shatters, spreading flowers and dirty water around her feet. Her family rushes in. Her mother puts her hand up to her mouth, begins weeping immediately. "Your grandmother's vase!"        The girl looks puzzled, says "Mom, I'm sorry."        But her mom's face is red. She turns to her husband. "Take her to her room and beat her." As the girl turns to enter her doom, she stops and pleas with her mom, "Can I please leave my pants on?"        Her eyes wide, the girl's mother speaks quietly. "Her clothes come off. All of them."        And so she has her dad alone with her. He entered first, and as she enters, she locks the door. She begins removing her clothes in front of them, weeping as he takes off his belt. "Why did you do that?" he asks as she pulls her shirt over her head, feeling her breasts bounce into place as though they were only just now making their presence known. Through her tears, she cries "I just wanted to... to finish what we... what we were doing."        "That's insane."        She makes no reply, helplessly removing the rest of her clothing. "Over to the bed," he says, and she complies.        She stands at the corner of her mattress, supporting herself on it by her hands.        She is to be beaten til she screams. And she intends to scream, but not from the beating. As the blows begin to rain down on her legs and buttocks, she whimpers and hisses, but never cries, never yells. She does, however, slowly lower her waist. Eventually, her pubis is hovering right over the edge of the mattress as she stretches herself further and further over the bed.        Her dad pauses for a second. "Just cry and it will be over."        "No."        And so he continues, and as he does so, she allows the blows to push her pubis onto the corner of the mattress. She strokes gently up and down against it, pausing in anticipation of each stinging smack from her father's belt.        If he realizes what she is doing, he doesn't let on. He simply continues to beat her. As her body begins to tense up in wake of the impending wave of pleasure, her father's blows begin to focus on one area at the tops of her legs, hitting her over and over in the same place. He must surely be drawing blood.        As the pleasure and pain overcome her, she now begins to scream.                A few days later, the father comes home from work to hear the voice of the girl coming from her room. She's calling out, "Daddy, is that you?"        She's not supposed to be home--he's always the first to arrive. He sighs, but he goes to find out what's happening.        He enters her room to an appalling sight. She is nude, her body stretched over her bed. Handcuffs attach her ankles to the posts at her feet, and two more pairs attach her wrists to the posts at her head. Her face is a grimace of struggle with pain. On her breasts--being his daughter, he hesitates to let his gaze fall here even after what happened before--have something he doesn't at first understand. In place of darkened skin where her nipples should be, there are things shiny and black. It's only with some puzzled thought that his mind realizes what they are--binder clips. The girl has binder clips pinching her nipples. She's bound to the bed so that she cannot release herself from this agony.        "Who did this to you?" he asks, rushing over.        As his hands reach to the clips, she says "I did it to myself," then, as he touches one of the clips she hisses with the jolt of pain.        His hand retreats, and he hesitates. He doesn't want to hurt her further, but he's also starting to realize that the story is, she skipped school, to stay home and masturbate and hurt herself. She's breaking rules again.        "Alright," he says. "I know you're getting some kind of wierd... response... out of this, but I don't know what else to do. You broke a rule, you must be punished."        Through her pain, she almost seems to relax even as her face bespeaks a tensing of anticipation. "I know. I'm sorry, daddy, I'll be good!"        "Nevertheless," he says, and removes his belt.        As she is bound face-up, he cannot beat her on the buttocks and the backs of her legs as he usually does. So he instead hits her legs on their fronts and insides. His daughter bounces with the unexpectedly sharp pain of this, causing her body to jump up and down, back and forth as she begins to moan with pain. This in turn causes her clipped nipples to wave up and down as her breasts shake, increasing the torment there, causing her moans to turn to positive cries.        She continues to cry open-mouthed (an incessant, quivering "ahhhh") while he beats her legs without mercy. Finally when he does stop, her whole body is arched up, tensed up as though she were on the brink of an orgasm. Only now does he reach down to remove the clamps from her nipples.        When he removes the first, she shrieks. The blood entering her nipple reminds it of the torment it is in, magnifying it, turning it from a pinching to a stinging burn. The girl writhes helplessly now.        On an unanticipated instinct, her father takes her breast in hand, clamps down on it to keep her still, and rubs her sore nipple. It's almost a comforting gesture, but of course it only makes her scream more loudly. He then raises his belt up and as she shouts "No!" he brings it down rapidly against her nipple five times. The girl now weeps, and when he removes the second clip, she squeals.        After he has beaten the second nipple, she lays there quietly and he stares, perhaps guiltily, at his handiwork--a shivering, sobbing girl who shares half his genetic material. And, apparently, an aroused one by the look of the way her hips are quivering up and down.        He releases a wrist, and begins to release the other when he realizes what the girl's first hand is doing--it has rapidly made its way down to her pubis, and she is now openly, crassly getting off.        He just watches for a moment. She either feels no shame or doesn't care--she's simply staring in a pained reverie at the ceiling above, her breath catching as she struggles for an orgasm.        As punishment for this, he places the clamps back onto the nipples, at right angles from the direction they'd been facing before. She cries, but continues to get herself off. He speaks--"I don't understand this!"--and in frustration, begins tweaking, and finally twisting the clamps, pulling and stretching her pinched nipples in unnatural ways--ways she couldn't possibily enjoy.        Yet, though her tears increase in volume, she nevertheless continues rubbing her clitoris, even more eagerly than she had been before.        He slowly pulls one clip off, then the other. She releases a throaty yell at this and increases the pace of her masturbation. He takes the belt baldly to her breasts, literally beating her chest, landing the blows with a snap across her nipples.        During this is when she finally has her orgasm. And only now does he finally release her, and command her to get dressed, and with that he leaves the room.                That evening, as the family is sitting around watching tv, while no one is paying particular attention, the girl climbs up onto the father's lap. A strange thing to do at her age, but the intimacy of family allows for strange things to happen without anyone being particularly suspicious. As his erection attempts to burrow itself out of her pants and onto her behind, she leans back and whispers in his ear. He can hear the smile shaping her mouth as she tells him they must talk about what's happened, and he is to stay home from work tomorrow. She then licks his ear for just a split second, and continues, telling him she will skip school, and at some point during their talks she'll need to be punished for that.        Before any other family member can notice the unusually long whisper, she gives him one last quick lick then climbs off of him, surreptitiously rubbing his clothed cock as she does so.        She is right. They do need to talk about what's happened. He knows he will, in fact, be staying home with her tomorrow.                The next morning, he leaves for work, stops by a cafe, has breakfast, and then drives back home, calling in sick via cell phone.        When he arrives back at the house, the girl is there, waiting. She is clothed, for which he is thankful. However her clothing is consciously chosen to accentuate her figure, and for this he is also grateful.        He is the father, the man, the one in charge. Yet he cannot think of anything to say, and waits passively for her to open up. As she speaks she is perfectly chipper. It is her view, she explains, that he ought to let hre put clips on his nipples, so that he can know what it feels like for her when he does the same.        He protests that she was being punished the day before, but despite her youth, she is able to shut him up with a sardonic grin. "Really?" Of course. He can't pretend it wasn't more than mere punishment that motivated either of them yesterday. He had stood there and watched his daughter masturbate on pain, and he had helped.        She explains that she loved what happened, and wants it to happen again, but also wants to make sure he knows what he's doing to her. For several moments he believes he is trying to think of a way to refuse and to break off the whole new aspect of their relationship which has been developing--but instead what exits his mouth is an assent.        She grins. "Really?!" this time excited rather than sardonic.        "Okay, yeah," he is sheepish, also grinning. "Sure. Just this once." He knows it will hurt, but how bad can it be. She took it, and she's a young female.        "So should I, like, take my shirt off?"        She laughs and says "How about I take off mine." He can find no rational grounds to object and she raises her shirt over her head. As she does so, he can see, to his surprise, that she's been wearing binder clips on her nipples throughout their conversation. Not the same ones as yesterday--these are much smaller, such that her shirt (which was only a little loose) had been able to hide this fact from him.        She stands up before him, and says "But first, there's the little matter of my skipping school. I've missed a class and half already?" And without explicitly indicating her intent, she simply removes her shorts (she was wearing no underwear) with a businesslike grace, turns around, and puts her hands on the table.        He obliges, eliciting cries of pain from her using one of the plastic stirring spoons from the kitchen. He took some time to enjoy the stripes he was creating.        When he had finished with her, she continued to sob but smiled as she did so, and took his hand, and led him to his room.        There, attached to the four posts of his bed, were the handcuffs from the day before. Of course. He hadn't understood but now he did. She intended him to undergo the entire ordeal--bondage and all. Did she plan to beat him as well?! This was too much.        "I said I'd put clips on my nipples for a second. I didn't say you could do all this.        She sighed and looked up at him with a frustrated, puppy-dog-like countenance. Was he weaker than her? Could he not take what she had? She'd compromise--bondage and clamps, but she wouldn't hit him. She was probably too weak to hurt him anyway.        How could he refuse to something he'd really already agreed to. "You unlock the cuffs the second I tell you, right?"        "Yeah dad," she says, "Sure. Now take off your clothes."                "Um..." This is unbelievable. How has he come to this position, in which his own daughter is half-casually "ordering" him to take off his own clothes--and he himself is not sure how he can refuse? There's nt threat. It would just seem ridiculous not to do so. (Yet how ridiculous would it seem to be naked in front of her! Yet he has had her naked before him on many occasions before so who is he to complain?)        Blushing, and aggravated that he is blushing, he does as she requested. He takes off his clothes, tosses them into his laundry, and self-consciously steps over to his bed. He sits.        "Now lay down" she says, excitedly grinning, gently pushing him down. The feel of her hot hands on his body makes his cock swell up, but he makes no motion to apologize for this or hide it. This is her show now.        "Just clamps, til I say stop, correct?"        She closes her eyes and ceremoniously nods. "Of course. Now just lay down and spread out."        "Okay," he says and kind of laughs. He lays back, his head on his pillow, his wrists grasping the head posts, his feet touching the foot posts. And his daughter makes her way around the bed, putting the cuffs around each of his four limbs, and locking them. It's a sturdy bed. They're real cuffs. He's locked in.        Now she climbs up on the bed. Then she climbs up on top of him. "No," he says, "Now, just put on the clips and that's all."        Her pussy is right below his cock, right on his balls!        She makes an "oops" face, and says "I guess I left the clips in my room? It's okay, I can just use my teeth."        Alarm bells. He's in trouble. But it's too late. Giggling at his distress, she bends down and touches the tip of her tongue to one of his nipples.        And her pelvis begins to make its way up his cock.        "No!" he yells. He avoids squealing like a little girl at the thought of his daughter raping him like this. (But his cock is hard!) But she just looks up and grins. "Don't worry daddy, I'm not going to put you inside me."        And she begins rubbing her vagina up and down on his cock. She's telling half the truth. She's not impaling herself on him. But as hard as she's pressing, his cock is surely inside her in the sense that her lips have opened up on either side of his cock, and are stroking both sides as the girl pumps back and forth across him.        Meanwhile, one of his nipples is under a finger, the other under a tongue.        "Oh god," he moans. She giggles again from below. "I got you, Daddy!" she says, but he doesn't reply.        Then she begins biting the nipples.                She went on, getting off on her father's cock for a long, long while. He stopped protesting after a few minutes. And after several more minutes, without even realizing what he was doing at first, he began pumping back. She made eye contact with him at this point and grinned, then bit each of his nipples hard. He suppressed a moan of pain--he wouldn't give her the pleasure--but even as he winced at the agony (he was sure she must be drawing blood) he pumped his cock against her clit with even more gusto.        She reached up and began kissing and licking his neck, allowing her breasts to rub against his sore nipples, shamelessly continuing to masturbate against his cock throughout.        She grabbed his head by the hair and as forcefully as a young female can, she jerked his head to the side, now biting his neck as her legs began to tense up.        But she murmured, "not yet," and let up. She rose up off his body, the only point of contact now being the insides of her legs against the outside of his hip. She lowered herself gently again, her clit making contact with his dick, began lightly stroking him with her vagina. The light strokes in place of the heavy pumping was intended to allow her own pleasure to slowly intensify without bringing her yet to the point of cumming--and it had the same effect on him as well. He was looking off to the side, but she took him again by the hair and guided his face downward. "Watch what's happening, Daddy," she said. And he did.        Her body moved back and forth across his cock in an incredibly sensual lap-dance motion. Her movements became quicker, tenser. His responding thrusts became so in turn. And finally, her body tightened, and she shuddered, and her legs tightened their grip on his hips, and she slowly collapsed on top of him in the throes of an orgasm. She lay upon him for a long while as he attempted to avoid further thrusting his dick, which was still very much in contact with her vaginal lips. Every time he did involuntarily twitch his hips against her, she simply moaned pleasurably, and sighed, and continued to lay her warm body across his torso.        Eventually, she fell asleep.                        Following her little catnap, during which her father simply pretended he wasn't doing anything when he was in fact lightly pumping his cock back and forth under her pelvis, she woke up, and grinned sleepily at him. She climbed off his naked body and retrieved the key from the floor, and began undoing his cuffs. "You didn't want me to go ahead and put those clamps on you did you?"        He maintained a serious demeanor. "No."        "Alright," she laughed, and continued releasing his limbs. As she released the last, he raised himself up slowly, his arms sore from being over his head for so long. He rubbed them and pumped them to get the blood flowing, while the girl retrieved his clothes for him. He admired the view as she bent down to pick them up, and openly stared at her as she sashed over to him with his clothes in hand. She reached out to hand them over.        He got up, grabbed her wrist, threw the clothes down, and yanked her over to the bed. As she yelled in surprise and pain he twisted her wrist behind her back and put his weight on her to keep her down. With his bare hand, he began spanking her ass. He watched with pleasure as she struggled underneath him, and as her ass and legs--waving around like antennae--became more and more red. He ignored the pain in his own hand as he transformed her milky skin into a purple and red mess. He drank in her cries with his ears. He actively enjoyed spanking his daughter for the very first time.        He now climbed off her but he kept her wrist pinned behind his back. With his other hand he held down her head, perhaps dangerously, by the neck. Her pained, scrunched face, seen from the side, desperately trying to make sure she could breathe even as she was half smothered against the mattress, only served to enrage his cock even more.        He felt an immense amount of self-satisfaction in that he convinced himself not to simply rape his daughter's ass right then and there. Instead, he simply lowered his cock into her asscrack, and began thrusting.        He didn't get long to enjoy her crying mixed with her humiliatedly pleased moans as her asshole was stimulated--his cum was up out of his cock, landing across her back, nearly reaching up to the bottom of her hair, in very short order.        He continued pumping til the last drop was out and then some. And finally he did let her go. He stood back, contemplating what he'd done. He was in a confused state of triumph and immediate regret, loving the sight of this young helpless girl limp on the bed before him, his cum laying on her body--and saddened by the site of his daughter having been so ravished, whatever her sins may have been.        As he struggled to know what to do or say next, her hands began moving across her back. She now had his cum in her fingers. And she brought those fingers up to her lips, and kissed them. She was kissing his cum--and now she was licking it, and now taking it into her mouth, and swirling it around. And now she was swallowing it.        As she picked up more cum from her back she murmered, "Dad, I want to drown in this. I want to drown in your cum."                "How long does it take?" she asked after a long pause.        "How long does what take?"        "I mean how long until your cock can give me more cum?"        "Maybe fifteen minutes or so? But I'm done. We're through. This is wrong."        The girl gingerly lifts herself up and speaks to him directly, a small smile, amazingly, still strangely demure countenance. "We passed 'wrong' a long time ago, Daddy."        "That doesn't mean we have to keep going."        He simply told her to get dressed, and made as though to leave the room. But she stopped him. "Please, just come lay down with me. Just for fifteen minutes."        "So you can get more cum out of me?"        She laughed. "No! Well, maybe. I mean, I want to make you a deal. You lay with me for fifteen minutes. I promise I won't touch your cock or anything. And if at the end of that you're still... soft... then I'll never touch you again. But if you get an erection, Daddy, then I'm going to take the cum out of you every day from now on."        "Sounds pretty risky," he said.        She pouted. "Come on, Daddy, if you're really ready to stop this should be no problem for you. I'm not going to do anything to you, so if you really don't want me, there's no way you're going to get hard. Then it'll all be over, right? Okay?"        He doesn't say anything, instead just walking toward the door. He can already feel the temptation rising up.        "Daddy! If you leave I'll just keep it up. This is the only way to make me stop!"        He sighed. He turned. "Okay." He went over to the bed, laid down on his back next to his nude daughter, and stared up at the ceiling. He grinned despite himself as he said "I'm just going to think about work. That'll turn me right off."        But as he began going through accounting spreadsheets in his head, he felt movement next to him. His daughter, true to her word, wasn't touching him, but she was doing something. Curiosity overcoming him before he could think about the possibilities, he glanced over at her. And there she was, openly masturbating, laying on her side, gazing straight into his eyes, her open mouth stretched into a breathless grin as her body heaved back and forth.        He quickly looked away but she whispered "No, Daddy, you have to watch. I already know you don't want to fuck the ceiling. We need to prove you don't want to fuck me."        He allowed himself to be persuaded by this, and so it came to pass that he was a goner. As her ecstatic writhing gained intensity, his cock went from firm to hard to painfully raging. At one point her leg twitched, rubbing up against his cock, causing him to jump and hiss with pleasure. At this, she smiled, and began crawling downwards, placing her face in front of his dick and looking up at him with a puppydog smile. "I win, Daddy," she said, and placed the very tip of her tongue on the underside of his cock, gently stroking it up and down.        He recognized that she was right. She had won. He did not stop her.        And when, after she had toyed with his dick with the surface of her tongue for a long long while, he felt he could no longer hold it back, he even grabbed her hair to hold her face in place. She had her mouth open at first, as though to receive his semen--but then, just before he came, she closed her mouth tight. The cum landed, not inside her mouth, but all over her face, covering up her eyes and her nose. She squealed through this almost as though it were, in itself, giving her an orgasm. And when he had finished with her face and let her go, she began eagerly but slowly and methodically scooping the cum from her face and delivering it to her mouth. Each fingerful she licked clean, and swirled around appreciatively around her tongue before swallowing it up.        He lay there in a kind of helpless post-coito-traumatic state as she grinned and climbed on top of him. She ground her pussy into his cock (again, avoiding actual sexual penetration) as she now used her tongue to play with his nipples. When he felt like he may be able to cum on her yet a third time, and began thrusting back against her, she reached up and kissed him on the lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She then crawled upwards a little more, and bit his earlobe. After this she whispered into is ear, "Now you do me." And she continued climbing upwards until her pussy was directly over her face. And she waited there, her hips lightly pumping back and forth, expectant.        He put his tongue up out of his mouth and made contact with his daughter's pussy lips.                        He did not give her an orgasm. He did reach up, grab her hips, and do everything he knew how to bring her to the brink as he helped her fuck his mouth with her pussy. But just as he could feel her tensing up, he would lift her up off of his face and force her to wait until the tension slightly subsided. And then he would lower her down and begin again.        She was practically weeping from need before he finally stopped altogether and crawled out from under her. "What are you doing?" she cried in desperate alarm.

"I'm finished with that. How many classes have you missed by now?"        She weakly sort of collapsed against the headboard as she asked, "I don't know, what time is it?" He looked at the clock and told her it was 2PM. "Well," she said shakily, her body twitching with unfulfillment. "There's one more class to go, so, since you spanked me this morning, I guess, three and a half? It's about to be four and half in a few minutes?"        "Look, you've been a real bitch today, you know that right?"        She nodded, still not looking at him.        "A complete bitch, and you skipped a whole day of school. And you think I'm going to let you cum yet?        In a voice that said she was going deep within herself to avoid the stress of lack of orgasm, she gulped the word "No."        "Go get the handcuffs and the clamps, lay them at my feet, and lay down on the bed on your back."        The girl's legs were twitching, weak, she could hardly walk. After a few seconds of watching her struggle to make her way across the room, he told her to crawl. She complied.        She brought the cuffs and clamps back to him, and just as he had commanded, laid them at his feet, then climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. He had her rotate ninety degrees and spread her legs open. He cuffed one ankle and one hand to the footposts, and one ankle and one hand to the headposts, so that she was spread uncomfortably wide.        He placed the clamps on her nipples, leaning over her head as he did so such that his dick was rubbing against her face. He placed the clamps, not at the bases of her nipples, but right in the middle of them, maximizing the burning pain. She cried out as he did so, and when she did, he jammed his dick into her mouth. This was the first official, actual penetration that had occurred between the two of them, and the feel of his dick inside her mouth was absolute ecstasy. He drew the dick in and out of her mouth over and over while tweaking her clamped nipples. She was weeping with the pain and degradation--and he knew she was loving it.        He watched her body writhe in pained pleasure underneath him as he steeled himself for what he intended to do next. When he was ready, he pulled out of her mouth even though he, too, desperately wanted to cum, and went around to the other side of his bed. Her spread pussy was there before him. "Are you ready for me to put my cock inside you?"        "No daddy!"        "That's the kind of 'no' that means yes, isn't it?"        "No, daddy, don't put your dick inside! I'm sorry I won't bother you anymore! I'm sorry I'm a tease!"        "Don't worry," he said. "I'm not going to fuck you." He nearly laughed aloud at the visible disappointment that passed across her face.        Instead, he picked up his belt, folded it so that the buckle was on the end, making the belt almost into a kind of flail.        And with all his might, he slammed this weighted strap with harsh metal at the end of it directly onto her pussy.        He stroked himself crudely as he continued to beat her pussy, her pelvis, and her legs with the buckle. He drew blood. He didn't stop.        When he could beat her no further, he dropped the belt. He released a single hand to see what she would do--and what she did, of course, was weep and reach down to her pussy to pull an orgasm out of herself.                If the term "fuckbuddies" can apply to a father and daughter, and if it can apply where there's a strong element of pain, bondage and humiliation, and if it can apply where one of the parties exhibits some reluctance (in this case, strangely, not the one receiving all the pain and bondage), and if it can apply where the only penetration thus far has been in the girl's mouth, then "fuckbuddies" is what the girl and her father now became.        She was fairly reckless in her pursuit.        The best way to get beatings without anyone suspecting anything was simply to break a rule serious enough to "require" a pants-down spanking. So she became quite misbehaved, refusing to do chores, falling in her grades, breaking the school dress code in order to get discipline slips and so on. There in front of the whole family she and her dad would engage in what was known to them to be a kind of sex play, though everyone else thought it was simply punishment--her moans they imagined to be from contrition and despair, rather than from ecstatically painful anticipation of the coming masturbation session.        Occasionally at night she would crawl silently on all fours, nude, into her parents' room and display herself to her father while he desperately hoped his wife was asleep behind him. After doing a little sexy-dance in front of him, she would reach under the covers and manipulate his manhood, putting her mouth on one nipple or other, til he could take it no longer and pretended to get up to go to the bathroom. And there in the bathroom he would grasp the hairs on the back of his daughter's head and guide her face into his fucking, til he emptied himself out into her throat.        She would volunteer to go with him on simple errands like buying groceries. These trips became a little longer than would be usual, as her hands, having undone his pants, were usually able to persuade him to pull over into a secretive spot so that they could crudely ride each other til both had cum. Sometimes he would cum on her tummy, sometimes he preferred to turn her over in the pushed-down carseat and cum on her back after fucking her asscrack. In either case she was sure to scoop up the cum and deliver it to her mouth, treating it as though it were delicious candy.        Afterwards, he would have her stand naked against the car while he whipped her body, front and back. Then they'd ride each other again for a second orgasm.        When they were alone together at the house, when they weren't doing the non-penatrative acts that passed for "fucking" between them, they were at the computer, watching or reading porn. The stuff they looked at ranged from vanilla to extreme hardcore bdsm. They even began reading rape fantasies together. Whatever they looked at or read, the girl was eager to try immediately afterwards--sometimes even during the video itself. He prayed every day that the girl wouldn't have some serious problem someday that required a doctor, because he didn't know how they could explain the marks he was leaving on her body with the various instruments they sampled--belt buckle, extension cord, window-blind twister, coat hangar, wire hanger, and so on.        She presented him with pictures of a naked, sleeping girl one day. She said she'd printed them off from online somewhere. She stroked and licked his cock while he looked at them, and eventually allowed him to fuck her breasts (with clamps on) as he had the pictures arrayed before them. The girl in the pictures was beautiful. She was sleeping unposed, but even without posing it was clear how desirable her body was. The photographer had cut or blurred out her face so the girl remained anonymous, which both disappointed him and made him at the same time pleasantly able to paste whatever face he wanted on her as he imagined fucking her body.        When he'd finally cum on his daughter's face through her breasts, and after she'd eaten it up, she pulled some further pictures out from under her pillow. "What's this?" he asked.        "More pictures of the same girl. These have her face, you want to see?"        "Huh. I guess?" he said and he took the pictures from her.        He went into a numb shock upon looking at the first one. The face on the girl was extremely recognizable to him. It was the face of Liana--his other daughter. The girl's sister.        "I want to eat your cum off of Liana's body, dad," the girls said.                He was shocked that she would betray her own sister this way. But he didn't stop looking at the pictures.        Many weeks later, the pair arranged another "holiday" from school and work--she to be punished for various infractions which had been building up, he to inflict the punishment and to get off on her body. The day began with a standard, though lengthy, hairbrush spanking, administered across his lap while he masturbated against her hips, going on so long and hard that by the time he finally came across her lower back and upper ass, she was weeping fairly uncontrollably. As soon as he had finished, she got up and straddled him, raking his cum into her mouth while, still crying, she ground herself up and down his dick and he bit and pinched at her nipples.        When they'd finished, she leaned in close and kissed him for a long while. Then she said "I've got a surprise for you, Daddy."        She pulled him up off the couch, and began to guide him back to the bedrooms. Before they entered the hall, though, she made him promise her somethings. She was going to open the door (though at the time he didn't note that she'd not specified which door) and let him look at the surprise. He must remain absolutely silent about it, she said, til they'd had a chance to come back to the living room and talk about it. Why would they need to talk about it? She remained mum on that.        She guided him down the hallway--and stopped at her sister Liana's door. That's the one she opened. And peeking in, he saw Liana's nude form, blindfolded and gagged, her hands and wrists restrained to her bed. Liana was awake, but she was not struggling. She seemed, if anything, bored.        The girl closed the door, then led him back to the living room.        As he questioned her, she explained. She'd shown the pictures to Liana, both their physical and electronic forms, and told Liana that she was going to release the pictures publicly unless Liana agreed to be tied up naked for a day, allowing her sister to do whatever she wanted to her. Liana'd resisted of course, but the threat of the release of photos of her nude body had cowed her. She'd consented. Thus far, all the girl had done to Liana was to kiss and lick her body, and eat her out til she came despite herself. But now the girl wanted her dad to join in.        Liana would never know who he was, and besides, Liana would know it was simply part of the price she would have to pay for foolishly allowing naked photos of her to be made in the first place.        He resisted for a long while. But the girl was persuasive. Her lips on his cock, and her pointing out that he clearly had no general problem with sexual contact with daughters, and her reiterating that she just wanted him to get his cum on Liana so the girl could eat it off of her, these and other things served to get him to move, perhaps somewhat numbly, perhaps with an attempt not to acknowledge what he was about to do, but inexhorably, back to Liana's room.        As he stood next to her unaware naked, blindfolded and gagged daughter Liana, his other daughter stood next to him (also nude), grinned, and showed him something that was in her hands.        The nipple clamps.        She put her finger to her lips to remind him to be silent, then said aloud "Put these on her."        Liana would never know who he was. He did desperately want to see this. He could buy her something afterwards, to make himself feel better even if she didn't know it was him. He found his hand raising, and the clamps being deposited into them.        Having given him the clamps, the girl went to her knees and took his member into her mouth as he leaned over, and placed the clamps on Liana's nipples.        Liana'd never felt anything like this, and based on her gentle treatment so far at the hands of her sister, had expected nothing like it. Liana began to squirm and squeal in panic while her father fucked his other daughter's mouth. But he wasn't allowed to cum just yet--he was to cum on Liana's body. So the girl released his dick, and guided him gently but firmly over to Liana's body.        And she whispered in his ear: "Daddy, don't just cum on her. Fuck her. Rape her. I want you to rape your daughter."                                He shook his head no fairly desperately.        "Please Daddy,” she whispered directly into his ear, “She'll never know who it was."        But he refused again.        "Okay, okay." She was speaking more loudly now, where Liana could surely hear. "But when you get off on her, do it like we do it. Put your dick on her pussy."        Liana began struggling now. This was not what she'd imagined at all! And as she struggled, the clamps on her nipples bounced up and down, causing the sharp pain in her nipples to increase, causing her to struggle all the more. "Quiet Liana!" yelled the girl. "You've got a few more hours of this, there's not much point in trying to get out of it now."        Then back to her dad, "Just like you do with me. Dick on pussy. You don't have to fuck her, just do it like you do with me."        To that, he agreed. He climbed up on the bed, and placed his dick on top of Liana's pussy, and began sliding up and down. He was breathing hard, but trying to hold the breath back so his daughter wouldn't recognize the sound of his voice. Liana was now openly weeping through her gag. The girl removed the gag, but as soon as Liana started to wail out a "no please!" her sister sat down directly on her mouth and began masturbating on it.        The dad knew that the site of Liana weeping and struggling to get out of this should have made him stop. But--then the girl might tell Liana who he was. And Liana had gotten herself into it anyway. And Liana would never know it was him. And her crying and struggling were such a turn on. When his other daughter cried, it was part of their sex play. When Liana cried, it was because she wanted out of this situation, truly and genuinely with all of her heart. And he knew he had to cum on her--and make her cum, no matter how badly she wanted not to.        The girl--Liana's sister--kissed him deeply and passionately as the two of them raped Liana's skin. And while they kissed, the girl reached down and started pushing downwards on his dick. She was trying to get it to slip into Liana's womb. He disengaged the kiss and pulled back, giving her a mean look, at which she simply laughed, reached down with her other hand as well, and crudely spread Liana's pussy lips apart. Liana gave a muffled wail at this.        "So easy," she said. "Just put it in."        Liana's muffled screams came from below her, but the girl slapped Liana's clamped breasts hard and commanded her to be silent again. Liana complied.        He looked at Liana's spread pussy. To give himself time to think, to resist this new temptation, he bent down and instead of putting his dick in there, he put his tongue inside. He began fucking Liana's pussy with his tongue. Liana cried, and her sister moaned in syncopation with the cries, while their dad raped Liana's pussy with his mouth. And after a while, he felt Liana's body begin to tense up. He knew she didn't want this, but he knew her body did, desperately. And he gave her body what it wanted--its second orally administered orgasm of the day.        While Liana lay crying over the pleasure she'd just been forced to feel, he whispered in her sister's ear. "Tell Liana she's a slut."        The girl grinned impishly, tweaking Liana's clamps as she chirped, "Liana, you're such a slut!"        "Tell her she's about to get fucked."        The girl's eyes went wide, and she whispered back "Thank you daddy, thank you so much, you will not regret this!" Then she addressed her sister, "Slut, get ready to get fucked!"        Muffled still by her sister's vagina, Liana yelled, "No! No!" But this only increased his desire. He brought his dick to Liana's pussy, the tip pressing in, ready to go.        The girl said to Liana, "You let us make you cum twice, you think you don't have to pay us back!?"        And he began to press. She was a little wet from her previous orgasm, but still his first penetration of her involved quite a bit of two dry skin surfaces sliding against each other. It hurt him a little, but he enjoyed it because he knew it would be hurting Liana--both her skin and her dignity--even more.        And so his first vaginal penetrative act with a daughter of his was not voluntary, as it would have been with the girl herself, but instead was a baldfaced rape. The feel of Liana's womb around him--moist, warm, struggling to get away--it was electric. The sight of her body writhing in shame and pain, the girl's mouth desperately trying to avoid her sister's pussy, was impossible to overcum. He fucked her and fucked her hard.        When he finally emptied himself into her, having held himself in abatement til Liana's sister had had her orgasm, he thrust deeply and cruelly into her, hoping to penetrate her cervix (from her screams he thought he probably did) and imagined the sperm launching itself into her womb. He knew she was on the pill, but somehow the thought of his sperm inside her baby-making parts thrilled him nonetheless.        He stayed inside her, kissing her sister's neck and chest for a long while, idly tweaking Liana's clamps every now and then, til he could finally stand to exit from her. As soon as he did so, Liana's sister jammed several fingers into Liana's pussy and began pulling his cum out by the fingerful. She alternated, smearing some of it across Liana's lips, making Liana look like she wanted to throw up, and smearing every other fingerful across her own lips, then licking it up into her mouth. When she'd got as much as she could, she leaned down and kissed Liana on the lips deeply, forcing the cum into her mouth and helping her sister swirl it around and jamming it down deeply into her throat so she had to swallow it or choke.        "We're not done, sis," she said, and picked up something off the ground the man hadn't noticed before. Some type of bag--but it had holes in it. The girl looked up at her dad, and thrust it towards him. "Put this on."        Not comprehending, he took it in his hands and examined it. It was just a cloth sack of some kind with two holes cut in it. He realized with a start that it was a crude mask of some kind. He looked at her questioningly, but she just said back matter-of-factly, "Go on, we're going to play a game. It will be fun!"        He decided he would see where this was going, and he placed the mask over his head, just moments before he realized with a start what she must be about to do. And indeed, the girl next went over to her sister and removed the blindfold.                "This is the guy who raped you, Sis, and we're going to play a little game now."        As the girl released Liana from her bonds, Liana merely lay there looking at her rapist--her father, unbeknownst to her--and cried pitifully. "Please stop, please no more..."        In one part of his mind he was feeling bad for her of course--she was his daughter after all. But it was far too late to stop now. He'd already raped her, quite intentionally. He had enjoyed it. He knew he'd enjoy doing it again. He knew she didn't know it was him. He could get away with it. He would continue.        "Twenty questions" said the girl to Liana. "You have twenty questions to guess who he is. If you guess, then we'll fuck you one last time and that will be the end of it forever. But if you don't guess, then we're going to rape you every chance we get, every day if we can. What's your first question?"        Liana seemed unresponsive, so Liana pinched one of her nipples. As Liana cried and moved to resist, the girl spoke again. "Actually, before you start asking questions, get your feet on the floor, turn around, and put your hands on the bed. Spanking position. Do it!"        Liana, knowing there was no way out of the room--they'd just catch her and tie her back up--finally complied.        "Okay, Liana. First question."        Between sobs, Liana hiccupped out the question "Do I know him?"        "Yes, you do, but that's a fairly stupid question Liana. If you didn't know him, how could you be expected to figure out who he is? Question two."        Her father's dick was getting painfully stiff at seeing his daughter's naked ass jutting out in spanking position, the daughter lightly shivering with cold and fear, her voice quavering at the unfairness of the situation. "Do we go to school with him?"        "No. That's question two, I answered no, so two swats." The girl looked at her father expectantly. Suddenly realizing what was expected of him, he stepped forward and delivered two cruel swats with his belt and buckle across Liana's ass. She shrieked at the first one, and collapsed at the second. "Get up!" shouted her sister, and she did.        She asked the third question unbidden. "How old is he?"        "That's question three. No answer, because it's not a yes or no question. Three swats."        Liana's shouts of protest before the first blow turned to screams, then sobs as she ran out of energy.        "Is he in school?"        "No. Four swats."        After she'd recovered from the four, she asked "Do I see him alot?"        "I don't know what 'alot' means. Five swats." And the father delivered his five hardest blows to his daughter Liana's upper legs and lower ass. As Liana fell to the bed crying with frustration and pain, her sister said in a chipper tone, "Let's take a break." She then took her father's engorged dick in hand and began pulling him by the penis toward Liana. He was in no state to even think of resisting--he simply walked forward, and when he realized where she was putting his dick, it hardly occured to him to think anything wrong with it.        Liana realized suddenly what she was feeling--the tip of a dick pressing against her asshole--and began scooting across the bed. But her father simply grabbed her by the shoulders and held her in place, beginning to push in with his dick with no reservation.        Her sister providing the spit for lubrication, he eventually got the thing to pop in, causing a rhaspy keening wail to escape Liana's lips. He began fucking his daughter's unwilling ass with abandon. He alternated between thrusting deeply, attempting to hurt her insides, and on the other hand briefly flicking the head of his dick back and forth into and out of her asshole, attempting to hurt her by stretching her out over and over again. Both attempts were quite successful, and Liana had been reduced to blubbering helplessness before he finally came inside her ass during an especially cruelly deep thrust which, in the back of his mind, he feared (or at least wondered whether) it might rupture something in there.        It didn't. She was fine (in a sense). Liana's sister didn't even give her time to recover once he exited. She simply said "Next question, sis."                "Do I see him every day?"        "No, six swats." He wasn't sure why she'd said that at first, but then he realized--with business trips, cheer camp, and so on, there were occasional days in which she didn't see him. So with gusto, he delivered another six swats, across her ass and lower back.        Between cries, after the six, Liana asked "Do I see him most days?" The girl was thinking, even through the trauma.        As though disappointed, her sister said "Yes," and sighed.        "Do I see him at school?"        No. Eight swats."        She writhed under the ensuing beating, so that many of his blows hit the front of her legs and her tummy. He didn't mind.        "Does he live near us?"        Another sigh. "Yes."        "How near?"        Her sister laughed. "Not a yes or no question Sis! Ten swats."        He now intentionally hit her all over her body, as it presented itself through her struggles to control herself--some landing on her ass, some on her tummy, some on her breasts, some on her legs.        "Break time" said Liana's sister, chipper again. "Take her in the mouth."        Liana wailed "No!" but he did not hesitate to climb on the bed, grasp her head in his hands, and jam his dick into her lips. In this way he forced her to clean him off with her mouth (the last place it had been, of course, was her ass.) He fucked her face as she choked and gagged, but he chose not to cum this time--he was still pretty spent from having fucked her twice already. So they resumed their game.        "Does he live on our street?" Yes.        It was a long street, and a great many men and boys saw her every day as she stood waiting for the bus each morning so this wasn't that huge a clue.        She started going down the line.        "Mr. Smith?" No, twelve swats.        "Cody?" No, thirteen swats.        Three more names, forty five more swats total, and they had another "break." This time, he climbed on top of her and fucked her between the breasts while Liana's sister sat on her face and played with her dad's nipples. He again refrained from coming, in anticipation of what would be happening after the twentieth question.        "I can't think of anyone else." That's not question--sixteen swats.        "But I didn't mean that as a question!" Also not a question, seventeen swats added to the sixteen.        After the 33 were delivered (her body by now was quite a mess of bruises, and he did idly wonder whether and how they'd be able to explain this to anyone. But far too far gone now to worry.        "Is it... does he ever come to our house?" A lame question, but the answer was, of course, "yes."        "Is it, I don't know... is it that guy who helped dad fix his car the other day?" No. Nineteen swats.        Liana's abject weeping continued far past the beating this time as she desperately tried to think of a twentieth question to ask.        Then he saw it on her face. The realization. She half-whispered, "Oh my God. Does he live here?"        Her sister laughed. "Yes!" His heart skipped a beat. Was she going to figure it out.        Liana lept up to a sitting position, staring straight at him, her eyes wide. "Oh my God! It's..." but her sister tackled her, knocking the wind out, covering her mouth. "No, you've had your twenty questions. The last should have been a guess. You're getting raped every fucking day forever and ever sis! Every god damn day!" She laughed gleefully. "This is going to be so awesome." Liana had lost all hope, looking off at the wall and crying uncontrollably. Not at all gently, he took her legs and began spreading them.        "No, please!" she said one last time. Her sister laughed and said, "Yes, thank you. Fuck her pussy!"        And he did so. This time she was not bound or restrained in any way, and she did struggle. But he simply took her wrists in hand and held her down, feeling the warmth of her struggling body against his.        He knew she knew, even if she hadn't acknowledge it yet. So when his other daughter reached up and yanked his mask off, revealing his face fully to Liana, and when Liana screamed as she finally had her father's face to look at as she felt his dick penetrating her more and more harshly, he actually chuckled a little bit. Then he bent down as he fucked her and bit her breast, hard, hanging on as he raped her, loving the feel of her breasts surrounding his face more than he had loved anything, ever. The screams only added to the warm glow of pleasure he felt inside as his dick continued to betray her.        When it was all over, when he'd deposited his sperm inside her pussy for the second time today, after he had forced her to make out with him, after his sister had smeared his sperm all over her face, and after they'd left her in there to rest until they were ready to take her again, Liana's sister sat with him on the couch in the living room while they watched porn, stimulating his dick and making out with his torso. She murmured at one point, looking up at him with an impish grin, "I bet I know how to get mom to rape her too."

He figured she did, and he'd be interested later to see how she might pull it off. But just now the impish grin was putting him in that enraged-turned-on mood. He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up onto his lap, and without asking her permission, simply jammed her pussy down on his cock. She went nearly unconscious with the pain, and struggled to get off of him. But after he'd punched her a couple of times, and slapped her hard on the legs and ass while beginning to thrust upwards into her, she finally stopped struggling to get off of him, and instead, began to get off on him. So, as he fucked her, he reached down, took her clit between his fingers, and twisted. Her shrieks, raised to the ceiling as he tormented and fucked her, were music. They caused him to dance.