Whipped raped daughter

CHAPTER ONE

It was a kinky bar, one Tina Mathis knew she shouldn't be in. There were all sorts of guys in weird outfits, and the music drummed on like a giant heart. She was underage to boot, although her face and body made most people think she was twenty-one. Her best girlfriend, Kathy Harrington, had coaxed her into coming even though she felt wildly out of place.

Now, sitting meekly at the corner table, tapping one finger against her glass in time with the music, Tina felt as if she should leave. After all, she had told her mother she'd be in by eleven, and it was already ten.

"You like suckin' cock, baby?"

The horrible words whispered in her ear made the young blonde jump from her chair, nearly upending her drink. Kathy said something, grabbing for the drinks while Tina tried recovering from her shock. Turning, Tina saw a tall dark-haired man with, a bushy mustache and beard facing her. He was holding a beer in one hand, one leg propped up on the bottom rung of her chair. She couldn't tell if he was smiling at her, and wasn't sure now if she had heard him correctly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…"

"I said, do you like suckin' cock? You know, wrappin' those pretty little lips around my prick and pulling down hard till I shoot in your throat. That kinda shit."

His voice was even moderated. Still Tina couldn't believe he was talking to her like this. She gathered her white wool sweater from the chair and flung it over her narrow shoulders, leaving the table.

"You you pig!" she gasped, casting a baleful glance at Kathy, who had missed the conversation.

"Tina, wait! Wait up!" Kathy shouted, grabbing her purse and racing after her friend.

"That man! That awful man! He ohhhh, I don't even want to talk about it!"

"What did he say?" Kathy asked, holding her friend while looking back into the crowd. The man Tina was referring to had disappeared.

"I don't even want to talk about it. Kathy, I don't want to stay here. The people are creepy, and it's getting late. We could get arrested for being here even," Tina said, shaking her friend free and walking quickly to the door.

"All right. If that's the way you are. I'm staying for a while," Kathy said, shrugging her shoulders and walking back to her chair.

Outside Tina gathered her sweater around her blue dress. She was all wrong. She should have worn leather with whips, she thought dryly as she began walking quickly down the street. But then her mother certainly would have been suspicious. A girl didn't go out to the library and soda shop looking like a slut. And Kathy the way she flirted with everyone in that horrid bar. It was no surprise some loathsome man like that that animal came up and said such awful things. She wouldn't have been surprised if he wanted to fuck her right in front of everyone.

"Fuck!"

The word bubbled from her mouth, making her virgin cunt pucker, while ticklish electric like rushes shivered up and down her thighs. Kathy tried driving the image of the man from her mind. She would put him from her mind and would never remember what happened here. She would tell Kathy to find someone else to go with her to such offbeat places.

"Oh!"

Something grabbed her wrist just as she reached the curb. It was a hand, pulling her into a narrow alleyway. Her sweater fell from her shoulders as a set of hands slipped down over her tits, then down to her crotch.

Tina screamed, feeling rude fingers slipping under her panties, sliding ever her cunt, poking into the tight, hot hairy little pussy. She shrieked as a jagged nail creased against her clit, one knee rubbing into her asscrack. Someone was raping it with his hand, finger-fucking her while tearing her dress. Twisting her head around, she saw it was the awful man from the bar.

"Help! God in heaven, help me! Someone – rape! Rape!"

Tina used everything she had learned in school to protect herself. She stomped back with her feet, used her elbows, and slapped back with her hands. But nothing worked. He was wrestling her down to the filthy street, drawing her back into the alleyway. Tina felt her shoes coming loose as her legs kicked against several garbage cans. Her dress tore, the material slipping from her body as she shrieked again for help.

"Shut up or I'll knock the shit outta you right now!" the man growled.

His hands slipped along her waist once more, leaving her cunt alone for the moment. Tina took advantage of his move to kick back, hitting her attacker in the knee. He let out a groan, letting go of her as she twisted free and bolted for the alleyway entrance.

Tina slipped, regained her balance, then pitched forward again, her hair flying into her face. She felt herself come to rest in a pile of filth, garbage clinging to her anus and face while her fret were pushed into a sooty pile of dirt. The big man was near her, laughing softly, then bending down and grabbing her wrist.

"You don't smell so good now. But we'll clean you up fast."

"No, don't!"

Tina felt weak and her ankles hurt terribly from her fall. Still she fought the big man with every ounce of strength she had, beating her fists against his chest. She saw something suddenly rise over her head and realized it was his right hand. It came down in a broad arc, the shadow cutting across her body like a knife. Tina barely had time to scream before the fist crashed against her cheek. The world crashed in on her as she fell back, her arms dropping to either side of her body.

"Ohhhhhhhh!"

She felt hands scooping her up, carrying her quickly down the alley to a car. She thought about her sweater, about how she could tell him to pick it up. But the young teen fell into a deeper faint, hardly feeling the hands toying with her thighs.

When Tina started to regain consciousness she was already indoors, thrown onto a cement floor; it had happened so quickly, so horribly. Tina pushed herself up and shook her head, staring around at what appeared to be a cell of some sort.

"Shut up slut!"

Tina bristled at the words. Someone was shouting in another part of the building. There was another shout, then the sound of wild sobbing. Tina rose from the floor, noticing a small rectangular window high on the stone wall. It all felt so medieval, she thought, throwing her arms around her shoulders.

She stood, peering through the bars which reinforced the window. Tina thought she could make out barbed wire outside curled and black, with tiny steel points like the short, curly hairs covering her cuntlips. The thought shot into her mind almost by mistake. What on earth could she be thinking of? What could be going through her mind?

"God!"

Tina sobbed, fighting back tears, then came up against the wall where the window was. It was black outside, the sky punctuated by a nearly unbrokened cluster of stars. She wanted to be out there, free of everything around her. Oh, if only she could shout out to someone for help. But there didn't seem to be any buildings out there at least, none she could see.

Then she heard footsteps.

Tina thought of the big man who had torn off her dress, who had fingered her brutally, and finally, who had knocked her senseless. She wheeled around hugging herself, feeling faint as she heard rattling at the keyhole. The door creaked open and he strode in, his body filling the doorway. In the small room he seemed larger than life.

"So, you enjoying yourself? Nice view, especially at night," he said, nodding at the window.

Tina swallowed a lump of fear, tilting her chin defiantly up.

"Why have you brought me here? Who are you?"

He laughed softly, rubbing his nose and kicking the door shut behind him. Tina heard the latch drop, and wanted to scream.

"I always hang out at that bar," the man said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Tina felt nervous, seeing the unholy gleam grow in his eyes. "I look for types, you know types like you. Ain't many around. Too used, you know? Then I saw you and your little friend pop in. And I thought, there's a pair who can work out real fine."

"Work out? What are you talking about?"

"That's my business. As for my name, you can call me Bart. That's what everybody else calls me around here. Now, I'm not gonna hurt you too bad, at first."

Tina shivered, feeling naked and vulnerable as she backed up against the wall. He was there, filling up the room, standing there with his legs spread apart. She thought she could smell his groin. What was he going to do, shoot her? Knife her? Dismember her?

Tina felt real fear no, the skin between her cunthole and shitter creasing and crawling with terror. He stepped closer to her, his fingers clenching and unclenching while his forehead wrinkled. He hadn't shaved for some time, the stubble around his cheeks emphasizing the mustache and beard covering the lower half of his face. He was a big man, big enough to crush her, she thought. Tina could tell he liked doing this to people, probably especially to women.

"Oh!"

And then he put a heavy hand on her shoulder, pushing her back. She staggered to one side, her legs tangling up and making her fall on her ass. She scooted back, drawing her torn dress over her knees while keeping a careful eye on him. She wanted to ask if he had taken Kathy prisoner as well, but the words froze in her throat.

"Sit up!"

When she refused, he grabbed her hair, filling his palm with the blonde strands. He jerked her face close to him, smashing her lips against his boots and cracking them. Tina let out a little cry, tasting her own blood as it washed over her tongue. He was holding her captive there, bringing her face up until Tina felt her lips pressing against something very hot and hard. In a flash she realized what she was touching with her mouth. It was his prick.

Tina screamed, twisting away from him, feeling her mind flash into a hot fire while the cruel hand twisted her hair even more. She thought she would be snatched bald.

"Bitch!"

Bart stepped back, backhanding her, his knuckles bruising her chin while the force of the blow knocked Tina's head against the wall behind her.

"I'll show you that you don't have much to say around here! You'll find out pronto!"

There was a small bench to one side, tucked in the corner. Bart grabbed it and pulled the thing to the center of the room, kicking Tina away with one foot. She lay there, pushing the hair from her eyes, feeling very vulnerable. It was with great hesitation that she stood up when he ordered her to sit on the bench, keeping her back to the window.

Then she noticed iron rings set in the wall, their buckled straps hanging. Tina shook her head, not believing they would be used for her. She pulled up a section of her dress to cover her bra, noticing that Bart had moved closer to her. When she started to get up, she felt him shoving her back down on the seat, his finger tearing her dress to shreds with one move.

"Oh!"

Again Tina started to get up. But his hands were faster, knocking her down to the bench, then sliding up under her bra and pulling the halter from her body.

In a flash, the girl realized her tits were free and naked, bouncing against one another while Bart busily pulled her panties down.

"No, no, don't! Oh, you pig, you pig!" Tina screamed, kicking her legs wildly and beating her fists against his back.

She felt the silky rub of her briefs over her knees, thighs, and ankles. She pressed down hard with her ass, twisting her legs around, pushing at the big man, anything to preserve her dignity. It was impossible. He stripped her naked quickly, throwing her clothes to the corner.

Tina had never felt so awfully mortified before in her life! She crossed her arms to protea her tits and curt from his eyes, her face reddening with embarrassment. The splintery wood of the bench tickled her shitter and asscheeks, but she stayed quiet, wondering what else the madman was going to do to her!

Bart grabbed her ankles first, twisting her legs up and spreading them wide apart. He tugged her forward, her ass scraping along the cutting splinters and making Tina cry out in pain. She brought her hands down to the tap of the bench, bracing her fingers against the sides. He dropped one of feet and took the other in both hands, wrapping one of the straps hanging from the wall around it.

Tina screamed, twisting her body, kicking at Bart with her free leg. It was futile. He grabbed it, twisting the ankle around sharply until a shock of pain raced up her thigh and into her cunt. She thought he'd broken her ankle.

Flattening herself on the stool, Tina let out a whimper, afraid to move as Bart slipped the remaining strap around her left ankle and buckled it tightly. She trembled, closing her eyes, curling her fingers and scraping the nails nervously against the legs of the stool. Her ass is hung over the edge, while her shoulders pressed painfully against the wooden top.

Tina felt her spread legs pulling her cuntlips apart, revealing the moist pink flesh of her pussy for anyone to see. Bart saw it as he finished cinching the straps tightly around her ankles. He stopped, moving forward between her spread legs and bringing one hand down.

Tina winced, feeling a finger brushing along her inner thighs. She remembered how it had felt in that dark alley when he'd touched her curt and tits while wrestling her to the ground. At least then she had had some time and energy to fight him. But now now she had her legs strung up, the black leather thongs biting into her ankle flesh, her back flat against the bench.

"Maybe a good touch of leather right across the cunt will give you some manners and respect for me," Bart said, grabbing a fistful of her pussyhair and tearing it from her cunt.

Tina screamed, arching her spine and writhing her shoulder blades against the bench. It felt as if someone had exploded firecrackers in her pussy. The pain rocketed up to her brain, crashing through her skull while her ass slid down to the edge of the stool.

Bart moved around, kicking the shocked teen in the ass and pushing her back to her original position with the toe of his boot. He threw her cunt hairs to the floor, moving around and grabbing her right hand.

"We've got a place for that little sucker right here."

"No, no!"

He brought her right hand down to the floor, slipping a buckle around the wrist and cinching it tightly. Straddling her prone body, Bart did the sante to her other arm, buckling it to the rear stool support.

Tina wailed, her arm muscles knotting with tension as she writhed against her bonds. She was spread open, completely unprotected. Lying there, staring up at the big man towering over her, she watched as he slowly unbuckled his belt and drew it through his pants loops. The thought of being raped this way, of having his cock fuck through her virgin cunt, made her sick. Tina turned her head.

The biting smack of the leather belt against her belly wasn't what she'd expected. Tina arched her spine, her muscles knotting up against her sweaty flesh while her hair whipped across her face. Peering down, she saw a large dark-pink mark appear on her belly. And there, hanging from Bart's right hand, was his belt, the buckle buried in his paw-like fist.

"No what are you doing? Oh God, what are you doing to me?"

Bart laughed. He thought it was obvious. Curling the belt tighter, he brought it high above his head, the weapon hanging from his fist like a poisonous snake.

Tina shivered. Her ordeal had just begun.