Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

A quick loop around her ankle was fastened to the foot of the bed. When he repeated this with her other foot, she was tied down spread-eagle to the bed, totally unable to move.

"There," he said, proud of his handiwork. "That's the way I like to see you. All eager and willing and waiting for my prick."

"You son of a bitch," she, sputtered. "I hate you! I hate you!"

"Shut up or I'll gag you with this." He pulled a roll of electrical tape from his pocket. She looked at it and thought of herself, being fucked, feeling the joys of lovemaking surge into her body, and being unable to shout out.

She'd choke. There was no doubt about it. She couldn't let him use that black tape on her mouth.

"Please, no! I-I'll do whatever you want!"

"That's more like it."

A swift movement and the switchblade knife was in his hand. He deftly cut away her clothing and she soon lay totally naked on the bed.

"God, you're prettier than I remembered. Such a nice snatch," he told her, his hand running lightly over her belly and stroking the fur of her pussy mound. When he shoved a finger deep into her cunt, she arched her back off the bed and groaned.

"Yeah, nice and juicy. And waiting for my cock."

"Get it over with? Hell, baby, this is just starting. Your mother's not going to be back for a couple hours. A man can get mighty lonely waiting for his bride to return. You're gonna supply me with a bit of company."

He dropped down to the bed and leaned over to kiss the girl. She attempted to avoid his mouth but couldn't. She was only able to turn her head a little, bound as she was. His lips crushed harshly against hers. She tried to prevent him from stuffing his tongue into her mouth but she failed.

That wet, rough tongue stroked and caressed hers. And when he was panting from excitement, he worked his way back along the line of her jaw, his tongue licking the entire way. He came to her shell-like ear. Cock-hard, his tongue shot out and into her ear.

The wetness of his harsh tongue made her cringe. And yet there was something else stirring inside her. He was turning her on. In some way she didn't understand, she enjoyed being tied up like this, then fucked. It was perverse. She shouldn't ever like anything like this and yet she wasn't in full control.

As long as he had her tied to the bed, he was calling the shots. Then why should she respond as she was? It was all too confusing. She had no reason to want his crude advances, but she did.

As he sucked her entire ear into his mouth to tongue it, she felt the trickle out of her cunt turn to a flood. She was gushing out a river of fuck fluids down the inside of her thigh. It dribbled past her cunt mouth and down into the crack of her ass. It tickled, it excited, it made her hot for the man's prick.

"F-fuck me! I want you!" she begged. There was no conscious control of her words. They came gushing out like the juices from between her legs.

He laughed. "So, you want my prick, huh? Good thinking, girl. It's a big one but I'll decide if you get it or not. Now shut up and let me have some fun."

He kissed down her bound body until he got to her tits. Licking up and down the deep canyon between her jugs, he started up one slope. When he got to the top, he started playing with her nipple. His tongue pushed the hard little marble of flesh around until she was gasping.

Her tits rose and fell heavily. The slight wobble spurred the man on. He tried to gobble up her entire left tit. He failed. But he left ugly red streaks on the snowy white slopes. His teeth had cut mercilessly into her soft flesh.

The pain rocketed into her chest. Quickly, it drove out any pleasure she'd been feeling. The unexpected mixture confused her even more. Was this something she wanted? The pain wasn't too bad. And the pleasure was so stimulating she couldn't forget it.

Pleasure and pain mixed into an odd warmth spreading like melted butter throughout her body. She wanted it, she wanted pain. And she didn't know why.

"Hell, you're getting off on this, you slut! I'll show you!"

He pulled out the electrical tape. She watched in honor as he tore off long strips of the sticky tape and pressed it into her tits. He made certain he covered her nipples with the tape. When it was firmly in place, he went back to licking and kissing around the edges.

She didn't know what he had in mind. His mouth felt so good on her boobs, she could have lain there all night letting him eat them. She sighed with contentment. No matter that the tape was prickly and burned just a little bit. His mouth on her boobs more than made up for it.

Then red pain filled her body. He'd ripped off both strips of tape across her tits. Pulling delicate flesh with the tape, he'd opened a new doorway to pain for her.

"How's that, cunt?"

His cold words shocked her. He enjoyed humiliating her. She knew that already. He also got a large charge out of hurting her. The pain in her tits was a testament to that. Her nipples pounded with pain.

They were like twin beacons of pain for her. They throbbed and burned as if he'd tossed acid on them.

"Why? Why do you want to hurt me? Just fuck me and get it over with!"

"Too easy. All you teenagers have all the cock you want. You're loose, girl, loose! You'd fuck anything with a cock. I bet you've screwed every dog in the neighborhood." He stopped and looked at her, an evil gleam in his eyes. "Every dog, huh? Hell, maybe I should find a dog and let it fuck you. Would you like that, having a dog fuck you? Imagine its slimy prick slithering all the way into your cunt. It gets excited and pants in your face. Then it shoots out its doggy cum into your cunt. You want me to find you a nice German Shepherd, maybe?"

Horror was written on her face. She was speechless. He couldn't mean such a thing. Christ, he was her stepfather! What he'd done to her was rape and incest. And now he wanted to let a dog fuck her. What sort of a man was this?

"You don't like that, do you? Then I'll keep going with my black tape. That seems to be more to your liking."

He criss-crossed her belly with the tape. Then he pulled it off, one strip at a time. Everywhere it had been yanked off remained a bright red welt. When he had finished tearing the tape – and a lot of skin – off her belly, she was moaning.

Not in pleasure, but in pain.

"Why are you doing this to me? God, I hate you, I hate you!"

He laughed at her. "Hate me all you want. Who's tied down to the bed? And who's going to fuck you silly?"

He held his prick in one meaty hand. She saw only the ugly purple head staring at her. The cock was even larger than it had been. The man was getting his rocks off torturing her like he was. What else would he think of?

He carried a cigarette lighter. The girl had seen war movies where the enemy would use lighted cigarettes on underarms and other places. The idea of having her cunt burned by a cigarette made her numb all over.

These were only some of the things he might do. With a house filled with modern appliances, he could fashion a torture chamber that would have made any torturer in history envious.

With the toaster alone, he could do evil things. She tried to put such thoughts from her mind. The pain was slowly fading in her body. It wasn't going to be much worse than it was already, she told herself. But she knew better.

He'd left the room for a moment, then came back clutching a short length of broom stick. It wasn't more than a foot long, but the young girl's mind refused to believe he was going to do with it what she feared.

"Not as thick as my cock, but my little friend and I are going to really pleasure you this time."

He grabbed a handful of her ass and lifted. Her hips came off the bed as he slipped the broken broom stick handle under her. She felt the rounded end push between her asscheeks. Then it split her apart and gouged deep in her asshole.