Robert Vickers: Raped stepdaughter

He wanted to humiliate her. He was doing a damn good job of it. No matter what she did now, it wouldn't possibly remove the memories of this whipping. The buttfucking had been bad, this was worse. Being tied up on the bed and then fucked – raped – had seemed to her the worse he could do.

She was finding out the depths of the man's depravity. He was unable to slow down. Her very presence made him try more and more perverted, obscene things.

And she was the one on the receiving end!

If only she could escape!

"See my cock? It needs some of your mouth love. Suck my prick!"

He thrust it over her mouth. She could just barely reach the flaccid prick with her tongue. As she strained upward, her neck muscles knotting in pain, he moved away. Not much, but enough to keep her struggling upward.

Tied as she was, this was ripping her muscles apart. He seemed to delight in the girl's attempts to suck on his prick.

She finally managed to suck in the limp penis.

Her tongue whirled around the purpled tip until it started to grow in size. The cock was about the size of her thumb. It rapidly doubled until it was pressing firmly against her ruby lips.

He moaned. She began sucking even harder on his prick. If she could only get him off again, he might leave her alone!

Her tongue worked overtime. It darted here and there, touching, stimulating, caressing, until he was fully erect again. His long prick danced with lust inside her mouth. The taste of it made her breath come faster.

Looking into the man's tangled bush, she could see how her hot, gusting breath made the mat of pubic hair twitch and wiggle. It was as if some erotic hurricane was blowing through it.

Most of all, though, the girl felt pain. The muscles in the back of her neck had tightened to the point where she could barely hold her head up. The strain all across her shoulders sent knives of pain jabbing into her upper arms.

And being bent double as she was didn't help her circulation any. Her cunt was still widely gaping with her legs pulled brutally back and tied at the head of the bed.

If it hadn't been for the tasty prick she was sucking on, she could have died of shame then and there.

That long, meaty cock, though, kept her sane. The taste of it made her mouth water. She wanted more of it. Her tongue weaved an erotic pattern all over the thick, bulky head. She played with the tiny flap of skin hanging down under the tiny pin-prick hole at the end, and the man began to groan loudly.

"Damn, you got the suckingest mouth I ever saw. Keep doing it to me. Love the way your tongue moves on my cock."

The way his prick bounced and jerked, she knew he wasn't lying. But it was an easier command to give than to obey. Her neck muscles failed her. She had to collapse back to the bed. It simply wasn't physically possible for her to keep sucking on his cock.

The man was enraged.

"Bitch! Cock teaser! You play with my prick then stop when I get hot! I'll show you!"

He began whipping her again with the wire coat hanger. When it bent around her curvy ass, he dropped it and picked up his belt. The thick leather strap formed huge mountains of welts on her bare tightly stretched assflesh.

The room was filled with the sound of his belt striking her unguarded skin. Where once the wire-caused welts had been, now there were huge, wide bands of ugly red flesh produced by the belt. The man seemed berserk. He couldn't stop whipping her.

She began to cry. Her entire body was one huge bundle of agony. Her tits hurt where the tops of her thighs brutally crushed them. She would have moved but she was too firmly tied double on the bed. Her hands had long since gone numb from lack of circulation. And her middle was permanently creased, of that she was sure.

Now, he refused to stop whipping her with the belt. The leather was beginning to draw blood. She could feel it trickling from the wounds on her once snowy white ass.

The sight of the blood spurred the man on. He became a machine intent on giving pain – nothing else.

The one thing the girl could never get out of her mind again was the sight of his cock jerking at full erection. He was getting a sexual charge out of beating her.

And she understood, in part, the feeling. What he was doing to her was the most humiliating experience in her life. Her stepfather was making her suck his cock, making her beg to be fucked. And every time he whipped her, it was an odd, perverted combination of pleasure and pain she felt. She hated him and loved him at the same time.

Suddenly, he stopped. Taking his prick in hand, he climbed back onto the bed and jammed himself into her lewdly gaping cunt.

She felt his prick shoot all the way up into her cunt. The entry was so quick it took her by surprise. She shuddered, then felt the familiar stirring of lust deep inside. No matter what he did to her, the girl's cunt was always ready for cock.

He began fucking her. There was no technique to it. He simply stuffed his prick in and then pulled it out as fast as he could.

The girl didn't care. Her body was screaming in pain. This was pleasure. It helped erase all the things he'd done to her. The feelings of goodness spread throughout her belly as he continued fucking her. His prick spread the pussy walls and spread her thick inner juices all around the mouth of her cunt.

She could almost believe this was an ordinary fucking. Shutting her eyes and blotting out the pain, concentrating only on the good feelings of his cock fucking deep into her pussy, she could imagine this was Grant.

Good Grant, gentle Grant, scared for her, a little scared by her. She allowed a smile to fleetingly cross her lips. To have Grant in bed with her, fucking her with his battering ram of cock, that would be Heaven.

Then she felt the prick slip from her twat. She realized then that her boyfriend wasn't in bed with her. This wasn't the ideal screwing. She was being raped by her stepfather.

"Ungh! I can't take it any moooore!" she shrieked as he stuffed his cock into her ass.

The tiny anal sphincter had clamped down hard when the man had begun fucking her cunt. With the suddenness of a summer storm, he had pulled out and smashed his way into her asshole.

The pain filled her once more. Gone was the faint beginnings of pleasure she'd felt. Now there was only a red sea of pain.

He was abusing her again – and loving every second of it.

Only her hatred for her new stepfather kept her going. She wanted to kill him worse than any other person in the whole wide world. Nothing simple. She wanted lots of pain to go with it, pain to show him what he was doing to her tender, young body.

"You like this, don't you, cunt?"

"I hate you! I hate you!" she screamed.

His only reply was a laugh. She knew then he wasn't going to step humiliating her. Never. She could live to be a thousand and he'd be around making her feel like a pile of shit.

She tried to accept the anal rape. The friction built up in her loins. The man's cock was stirring all the right emotions but she was so tired she could no longer respond. Only pain greeted his driving cock as he plunged deep into the heat of her ass.

The puddle of sweat in which she lay spread. Her entire body was covered with perspiration. Trying to get away from the wet, sheets wasn't possible. She was too tightly bound. Her wrists allowed very little room for movement and the cunning fashion he'd bound her ankles prevented her from moving at all. She was helpless. Whatever he wanted to do to her, he could.

With a lewd wet plop, he pulled free from her asshole. Standing up beside the bed, he towered over her.

"Suck on it again. I want to feel your lips sucking off your own shit."

He shoved the prick down into her mouth. She turned her head away but his fingers savagely tore at her hair. It was less painful to suck his cock – shit and all.