Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

INTERVIEW TWO

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Daddy screamed.

He was grinding his back teeth together disturbingly.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I never did it before. I was just…"

But my sentence was stopped by his savage slap across my face.

"Take that, cunt. You wanna be a slut, don't you?"

"No, Daddy. I never even had a boyfriend. I swear."

"Well you are gonna have one now, bitch," Daddy said.

There was something crazy about his eyes. He wasn't himself.

Maybe he had gotten into some bad moonshine that made him mad.

"I gotta get something. You stay put, or I'll kill you," he said.

He ran out of the room and I was left to shiver alone on my bed.

I realized that my fingers were still resting between my legs.

I could feel the pressure building up behind my eyes.

My eyes welled with fresh tears of despair that stained my cheeks.

I wept miserably – filled with my hopelessness and pain.

My cheek stung badly from the brutal blow I had received.

I checked my back teeth with the tip of my tongue while he was gone.

I wanted to make sure that the slap hadn't loosened any of them.

I was pleased to find all molars securely enrooted in my gums.

Daddy returned with four pieces of neatly cut rope in his hand.

He told me to stretch out on my back on the bed with my arms over my head.

He told me to spread my legs as far as I could get them for him.

"Please don't do this to me," I said in a whimpering voice.

I had a pathetic whine in my tone. I was begging my Daddy for mercy.

He grabbed my right wrist and tugged my arm so hard I thought he would tear my shoulder right out of its socket.

He made sure that the elbow was locked in the straight position and tied my wrist to a bar in my headboard.

He tied me tightly and I could feel the rough hemp biting painfully into my sensitive wrist flesh.

He tied me so stringently that the flow of blood was halted to my hand. I could tell without looking that my fingertips were turning a deep purple color.

I could feel pins and needles getting worse in my fingertips. My knuckles felt increasingly numb until I couldn't feel them at all. My hand was numb. Daddy quickly circled to the other aide of the bed, moving like a savage animal encircling his helpless prey, so he could repeat the process with the other arm. He then moved to the foot of my bed and grabbed me by both ankles at the same time. I could feel my pussy lips being parted by this, and he was staring directly into the candy delta between my slim dark gains. Daddy tied both of my ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. I could tell that I was going to have red rings around my wrists and ankles that would take days to fade.

My knees – like my elbows – were locked in the straight position.

I was immobile.

I could only move my head – and that involved more effort than it was worth.

"You are going to get yours now, cunt slut," he said.

He unbuckled his brass belt buckle slowly. I thought he was going to remove his trousers. Instead he pulled the strap of black leather out of all of the belt loops. He held the belt in his right fist folded in half, clutching it by the metallic end. He snapped the belt against his slightly cupped left palm – creating a sound like a shotgun blast, or maybe fireworks on the Fourth of July.

I winced.

I knew that the belt would make the same sound when it struck my flesh.

In my grossest imagination, I couldn't have conjured Daddy's sadistic abuse.

He raised the belt over his head and brought it down as fast and hard as he could, using a subtle flick of his wrist to make the whip snap just before contact.

He whipped my right nipple which filled my head with blinding pain. It hurt more than any human being should ever have to know.

He whipped the other nipple the same way and I could tell that those pieces of Hershey's chocolate were soon to be all black and blue.

He strapped my tits until they were striped with angry red welts.

He whipped my belly and the insides of my thighs.

I guess he beat me until his arm got tired. Or maybe he got bored. Who knows? I don't think it makes a difference what made him stop if you really want to know the truth.

He tossed the belt aside.

It scuttled across the bare wood floor toward the wall near the door.

He tore off his tee-shirt. Literally. He tore the white cotton material. He bared his barrel chest. My Daddy is a bear of a man. He is much bigger than me. I hadn't struggled much because I knew better. I knew that he would only beat me worse than he had already if I put up a fuss. Of course, by this time I was bound so tightly that it didn't make ninth of a difference how much I struggled. I found myself twisting with my wrists even though I knew I didn't have one chance in a million of wriggling my hand free. I stopped my wiggling only when I found it made the rope squeeze more tightly at my wrist.

Daddy undid his trousers.

He pulled down his fly.

He worked his fingers under the top of his pants and his underwear and tugged them down together so that I could see his cock. I had, to blink a couple of times to clear my vision, as my dark eyes had filled with tears. I could tell that my eyes were red and swollen. It was becoming increasingly difficult to blink. The insides of my eyelids felt as if they were made of sandpaper at that moment. His cock was huge.

Twice as big as I thought it would be.

"You are going to tear me apart with that thing!"

There was panic in my voice.

My stomach was twisted in knots and filled with butterflies.

My heart felt as if it would pound right out of my chest.

I was panting very hard and still out of breath.

Daddy wasted no time. He wanted to rape me. Daddy couldn't wait to feel his cock inside my pussy. He placed the palms of his huge hands on his belly and laughed until his entire body shook. My own father was standing in front of me as naked as the day he was born – in front of him waving his knife, ready to slice into my belly.

He bounced on top of me.

He crushed his full weight crushing my tits flat.

I couldn't breathe. I could feel his cock throbbing against my thigh.

I figured there was no way he could get that dong inside me.

It was going to take a lot, of brute force to penetrate my tight quim.

Well, brute force was something that Daddy had plenty of, I guess. Daddy placed the palms of his hands flat on the bed beside my head.

He pushed down with his hands and straightened his arm.

Daddy arched his back and lifted his chest from mine.

I gasped for breath as the pressure on my lungs was relieved.

Daddy moved so that only my bruised nipples were against him.

Those nipples were grossly swollen and throbbing with a dull ache.

I figured there was no way Daddy could get his cock in my cooze.

He supported the weight of his upper body with his left arm alone.

He reached back with his right and made a fist around his cock.

He clutched his prick at the base and gave it a couple of quick squeezes.

I guess he wanted to make sure it was as long and thick as possible.

He was satisfied and used his right hand to guide his cock tip.

He ran the head of his cock slowly up and down my pussy.

I have to admit that the flesh down there was getting damn sensitive.

After all he was a man and I was about to get fucked for the first time.

My pussy juice began to flow anew and fresh swelling began in the twat.

My clitoris grew to erection in spite of my fear and horrible pain.

Daddy ran the head of his cock down to the base of my slash.

He began to press down and I could feel my cunt opening for him.

There was nothing subtle about the way he fucked me, I assure you.

He wanted to get his big cock all the way in as fast as he could.

He didn't care about the pain he knew he would cause me.

In fact I think he relished the idea of the agony his rape would spawn.

He busted my cherry wide open with a ripping sound that sickened me.

Again I screamed bloody murder with my unthinkable pain.

Fresh colt sweat oozed from all of the pores in my slim torso.

Daddy kept pushing until he had all of his dick in my pussy.

My inner cunt lips gripped at the base of his lance and the tip stretched painfully at the back wall of my fuck hole.

He didn't bother to fuck me slowly at first and then steadily increase the pace as he went along.

He fucked me as hard and fast as he could from the very first stroke. He fucked me brutally hard and the lightning like pain transformed into lightning like pleasure.

By his forth stroke I had forgotten about the horrible pain of losing my virginity. I guess my pussy was getting used to the deep violation or something.

The muscles at the sides of my pussy relaxed and he found that he could move his dick into and out of my cunt with ease. My cunt made sloppy wet splashing noises.

I knew that a combination of my natural lubrication and the blood from my torn hymen was splattering at the insides of my thighs. I could see that his cock was all red with blood when he withdrew. I could watch myself getting fucked between our bodies. He had both arms supporting his upper body and he was up on his toes as if he were doing push-ups on top of me or something like that.

He made me come.

I know I should be ashamed of myself.

I couldn't help it.

It just happened.

He rode my pussy high as he fucked me so he gave maximum stimulation to my clit. I could feel the sexual tension building inside me with each savage thrust until I could feel the explosions of my first womanly come – the kind of come that can only happen when a girl is getting her brains fucked out!

Daddy shifted into high gear.

He began to moan.

Then he thrust his dick all the way into my pussy and kept it there. All of the muscles in his body trembled and he shook like a leaf. He made an animalistic growling noise in his throat and shot his wad into my dripping honey pot.

Daddy pulled his dick out of me.

He didn't seem to notice that it was all covered with blood.

Thank God, he remembered to untie me before he passed out.

I had worries that he would leave me like that all night.

He stumbled out of the room and went to his own to sleep.

I wonder if he remembered what happened the next morning.

I had some sort of nervous breakdown on the spot. I curled into a ball and cried like a baby for hours before I fell asleep – and even then my rest was troubled by dreams of the rape. Daddy turned into a grotesque monster in my dreams. He grew larger and I got smaller.

I was still exhausted when I woke in the morning and I had to deal with my sore whipped body, my blood-crusted thighs and belly and my sore ankles and wrists.

I packed my things and ran away from home that afternoon. There was nothing left for me there. Daddy had turned me into a woman and I was going to act like one. I was going out to make it on my own.

I hitchhiked to New York and soon discovered that I didn't have the slightest idea how to be independent.

Since I was soiled I acted soiled. For the past few weeks I have been giving blow jobs for tips in one of the theaters downtown.

The police picked me up and I told them my story. They are going to put me in a foster home or something like that. They seem to think that I don't have my head on straight and that is why they sent me to you.

Will I ever be able to have sex again without thinking of Daddy?

Will I ever know love?

Will I ever find a man who respects me in spite of my past.

I am haunted by these and other questions.