Robert Vickers: His daughter_s keeper

Carole turned to fee and stumbled over the table near the doorway. The telephone went crashing to the floor and the bell jangled loudly. The men in the room would have had to be deaf not to hear. Roth came out to find her painfully picking herself up off the floor.

"Carole, what happened?" her father asked.

"N-nothing. Just s-stumbled, that's all. Gotta run, Daddy. B-be seeing you!" She tried to run and botched it. She slipped again and this time Mr. Strong was there to grab her around the waist. She felt like a fly caught in a dab of amber. No matter how she struggled she couldn't pull free of the man's powerful grip.

"What did you hear, young lady?" Mr. Strong demanded. As she kicked out even harder, he said, "I think she overheard every detail of our business deal, Stan. Perhaps I'd better call dye now and remove her. One day doesn't matter that much to you, does it?"

"But, she's…"

"After all," the man almost cooed, "you have that thirty million to spend, don't you? Of course, you're going to have to work hard to get it, but the potential is there as long as your planning is sound."

"Yes, of course. Planning. Got to make sure I don't blow this job. I want to…" His voice trailed off drunkenly.

"Daddy!" Carole screamed. "You can't do this! You can't sell me to this monster! What's he want me for? You don't know! He… he might do anything to me! He wants to rape me!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Carole. Mr. Strong is an honorable man. He, well, he's giving us the opportunity of a lifetime. He explained all that to me but you must have missed some of it."

"Don't argue with her, Stan. I think she's worried that I might pop her cherry. Is that it, girl?" He bounced her up and down in his grip as if she were a small child.

"Yes!"

"See? She doesn't want to lose her virginity to a stranger. So, why don't you do the honors and fuck her for the first time?"

Stan Linzer stood wide-eyed and dazed at the man's words. "You want me to fuck my very own daughter? But that's incest! I couldn't do that!"

"Not even for thirty million dollars in business over the next ten years? Read that contract you signed more carefully. You'll find that I can cancel it for non-cooperation on your part. And it's entirely up to me to decide what is and what isn't cooperation."

"But you could cancel it after I'd fucked her!" Stan protested.

"Sure I could, but why should I bother? Do you think a lousy thirty million means a thing to me? I've got more money than I can spend in a dozen lifetimes. I could spend a million a day for a solid month and still be living off the interest of my fortune, never touching the principal. I'm rich, Stan. And you can be, too. If you screw this hot-blooded daughter of yours."

Carole tried to bite him but found he was holding her in such a way that any struggles on her part were futile. Never had she felt more helpless in her whole life. She was his to command and from the noises her daddy was making, he was going along with the offer. She couldn't really blame him; what man would turn down such a huge amount of money? And yet, she was his daughter!

He couldn't fuck her! It wasn't right.

She was still clinging to that idea when she found herself tied spread-eagled on the bed, stripped naked and her father's huge prick just inches away from the pinkly scalloped inner pussy lips guarding her cunt. Everything was happening in ragged spurts. Time flowed strangely. One instant dragged for an eternity and the next five minutes flashed by.

"Go on," urged Mr. Strong. "You've got a nice boner. Use it. On your cherry carrying, cock teasing daughter." The man's words were polar cold. She shivered as much from the icy eyes studying her trim, young body as from the idea that her daddy was being forced to fuck her.

"I don't want to do this, honey, really I don't," protested her father. "But the money!"

"Screw the money!" she shouted. "This is me! Your daughter! You… you can't do this!" But she realized she was arguing uselessly. She pulled harder at the ropes holding her wrists and ankles and knew that Mr. Strong had fled them to hold. They bit cruelly into her flesh and made the circulation die entirely.

Her legs were pulled wide and she felt the intense pressure at her snatch. Her father moved closer, making the bed bounce a little. She felt the soft quilt on the bed lightly touch her ass. Tensing, she tried to cringe away when the man's prick neared her cunt lips. She couldn't move far enough or fast enough.

She shrieked as his plum-topped cock battered into her blood-engorged pussy lips. There was no pain – not yet. But she couldn't hold in the intense feelings running wild inside her. She was terrified what might happen. This was a moment she should have been looking forward to with great expectation and enjoyment. Instead, Mr. Strong had stolen that precious instant from her and turned it into something dirty, something degrading. He was forcing her own father to rape her.

When his thick headed cock entered her, she screamed again. This time it was for real. No man had ever entered her pussy before and he was pulling and stretching her untried inner cunt walls to the breaking point. When the tip of his prick batted lightly into the rubbery hymen, she thought she was going to die. The pain increased as he leaned forward and pressed harder into that yielding barrier to his fulfillment.

"Don't rape me like this, Daddy!" she begged. "Don't f-fuck me!" The words didn't come easily to her lips. She wasn't used to saying them. They were as forbidden as the act he was performing at Mr. Strong urging.

She looked to the forbidding, dark visaged man and knew immediately that she couldn't expect any mercy from him. His cold eyes blazed with a light that made her cringe. The way his eyes raked over her body told her that he wished he was the one crouching between her wide spread legs, prick poised and ready to fuck wildly into her virgin cunt. But he was getting his own perverted thrill out of this. She didn't miss the way his hand strayed on down to his bulging groin or the way his fingers massaged the mound. He was jerking off while he watched her daddy fucking her.

She sobbed loudly, the tears running unashamedly down her cheeks. She cringed every time the thick cock inside her cunt jerked and pulsed with lust. That was lust she didn't want to inspire. She could crane her neck a little and see the way that powerful prick vanished into her pussy lips. The fiery red of her pussy mound seemed to be an row for guiding the cock to its natural berth up her cunt.

"Hang on, it's going to pop any second," her father told her. The words were supposed to reassure her. If anything, they frightened her even more. This was a time in a girl's life that should have been precious. Now it was turning into a sordid affair. Sold for money!

She groaned loudly as the pain in her cunt increased. She'd thought it was bad when his huge girthed prick spread her pussy apart and stretched the walls to the breaking point. When he began hammering away at her cherry, the pain had mounted rapidly. But it wasn't as bad as the time she'd broken her leg. But now…

The teenager felt as if she would pass out. Never had the pain inside her pussy been this intense, this demanding, this excruciating. She pulled air into her lungs in short, quick gasps. Each breath tasted acid. The burning sensation spread throughout her chest and made her imagine that she was on fire, her tits ballooning to the point of explosion. The way the nipples pulsed and throbbed, the girl wondered if they might pop before her cherry.

They didn't. She felt as if mountains were slowly beginning to slide in her belly. The way her daddy's prick poked harder and harder against the rubbery baffler of her cherry made her cry out even louder. No answer to her pleas came. And then his prick rocketed the full length of her cunt.