Charlotte had never felt so helpless and so disgusted. As she lay cuffed to the bed, she could feel her own father's semen inside her vagina. She could still feel his hands where he's squeezed her breasts. But worst of all was the taste of cum in her mouth. She would have given everything she owned in the world to get rid of the condom in her mouth. She wanted to throw up.
Dad left her lying there, naked and suffering, for over an hour. She struggled to get loose a few times but realized it was hopeless. She had several crying fits. During the last one Dad came back into the room.
"Oh honey, are you really unhappy? Hating the taste of your Daddy's cum?"
He gently pulled on the gaffer tape until her lips could open. Before she could react, he held her mouth open and spit in it. She started gagging. He put the gaffer tape back.
"Mmm, isn't that nice, Charlotte?"
He got on the bed and started pushing his erect penis against her dry pussy. She protested weakly.
"You want me to use a condom again, honey?"
She stared at him. He'd do the same thing again, so it didn't matter. She shook her head.
"Didn't think so."
She felt him inside her. It hurt.
"You know," he said conversationally as he fucked her, "you shouldn't make such a fuss about the cum in your mouth. It's not the first time you've had my cum on you."
Charlotte didn't know what he was talking about. She only listened to him because it was a distraction from the feeling of being violated.
"For years I jerked off on everything of yours I could find. I already told you about your panties. I also jerked off in your bed when you were at school, lying there naked, leaving stains of cum. When I gave you something to drink, I rubbed my cock on the rim of your glass. I even put cum on your make-up brushes."
It kept getting worse. Charlotte had thought she couldn't feel more disgusted. Her whole family life had been a lie.
"I can tell this is upsetting you. Good. Let me tell you another story. Do you remember when you came home one day and told me you'd heard there was a brothel in our town? You were so shocked. Remember, honey?"
She nodded.
"I was a regular there. Always the same girl, a whore called Lucy. I made her call herself Charlotte and pretend to be my daughter. Fucking you reminds me of that experience, except you're not going to get paid at the end. Ha!"
He groped her breasts.
"You know what I used to do? I used to take along your favorite teddy bear and have her hold it while I fucked her. I used to get so horny watching you hold it afterwards. We'll have to get it from your apartment soon. I want to fuck you while you hold it like she did."
Dad pulled out of her. Charlotte hoped it was over but instead he slapped her pussy really hard. She winced in pain. Then he slapped her again.
"Let's make this fuck a little more memorable, don't you agree, honey?"
He kept slapping her pussy until Charlotte was in tears. She tried to wriggle but it was no use.
When Charlotte had started sobbing, Dad stopped slapping her and shoved his dick into her again. She was still dry. How could her own father do this to her?
Dad didn't talk anymore. Now he just fucked her as hard as he could. He put his hands on her breasts and squeezed them roughly. She felt more violated than she could have ever imagined. Her own father, touching her, his cock inside her...
Dad grunted and she felt him come inside her. It disgusted and scared her. What if she got pregnant?
"This reminds me of coming inside your mother," Dad said. "Isn't it funny? That's how you were created and now I'm doing the same to you."
What a horrible thing to say. Why did he enjoy making her feel like this? It wasn't just the sex, he wanted to hurt her.
"It's getting late and I'm hungry. I'll order us something to eat."
Dad got up and left the room. Charlotte could still feel him inside her. Her pussy ached from being slapped and fucked. How had she ended up in this horrible nightmare? Her life hadn't been perfect but she tried to be a good, honest, loyal person and she thought everything would sort itself out. How could anything get better now?
Dad came back.
"Pizza will arrive in half an hour. Let's get you prepared."
He removed the gaffer tape.
"Open your mouth."
She opened it gladly. Dad took out the condom, which was empty now. He spat in her mouth again. It made her retch but she was still happy to be rid of the condom.
"I'm going to let you move around now," Dad said. "But first I have to make you understand that you have to obey me or I will really hurt you. No funny business."
"Dad, I understand..."
"We'll see."
He sat on her, his softening dick dripping cum onto her belly. He held up the phone and filmed her.
"Say that you want your Daddy to beat your tits."
"Dad..."
"Say it and make it convincing. Make it slutty. If you don't, the condom will stay in your mouth for a week."
Oh God. Charlotte saw that Dad meant it. There was no way she could deal with that.
"Daddy," she said to the camera with a fake smile, "I want you to beat my tits."
"OK, honey, if that's what you want," Dad said and slapped her breasts.
He slapped her hard. The pain was sudden and bad. Charlotte was shocked. Then Dad slapped her again. Her tits bounced painfully. More slaps followed. Charlotte screamed. Dad slapped harder. He grabbed her breasts by the nipples and started shaking them. Charlotte sobbed. Dad twisted her nipples until she screamed again. Then he went back to slapping her.
"Daddy, please, please stop, please Daddy, please stop, it hurts so much, please..."
"It's supposed to hurt, Charlotte."
He slapped her breasts over and over. It never seemed to end. Charlotte's face was wet from her tears. Dad kept slapping and groping and pinching her breasts for at least twenty minutes. By the end Charlotte was a wreck. She'd never been hurt so badly before.
To top it all off, Dad took each nipple into his mouth, sucked on it, then bit her really hard. Charlotte screamed in agony.
Dad's penis was erect again. He climbed on top of her and put it between her abused breasts. Then he gripped them harshly by the nipples and started titfucking her. Charlotte felt so humiliated and hurt that she closed her eyes and looked away. She didn't want to see her own father riding her like this.
Her nipples were twin points of pain on her torso. She just wanted it to be over. This time she got lucky. Dad came on her breasts after only a couple of minutes. It wasn't a lot of cum.
Dad got up. He scooped up the cum on her breasts with his fingers and held it up to her mouth. She looked at him imploringly.
"Eat it," he said with a smile.
She licked her own father's cum off his fingers. When she'd swallowed it all he shoved his fingers down her throat, making her gag.
"Good girl. Now, what do we say when Daddy gives us a present?"
She stared at him.
"Have you forgotten your manners, little lady?"
"N-no. Thank ... thank you, Daddy."
"Good girl. Tell me, Charlotte, would you like to be released?"
Her hands and feet were starting to ache from being cuffed.
"Yes, Dad."
"What I just did to you, how much did it hurt?"
"A lot."
"How much?"
"It was awful. I've ... I've never been hurt so badly."
"Do you believe me, Charlotte, when I say that if you disobey me, if you try any funny business, I'm going to hurt you so much worse than that?"
She did. It scared her.
"Yes, Dad."
"Do you also believe that I would have no problem sending videos and photos of you to every person you know, putting them on the internet with all your information attached?"
She was overwhelmed by terror just thinking about it.
"Please don't, Dad. Please. It would ruin my life."
"Then don't disobey me. Be a good obedient daughter."
"Yes, Dad. I will."
"Good girl."
He unlocked her cuffs one by one. She got up carefully. Her breasts and pussy hurt when she moved. She wished she could wear something but Dad had cut all her clothes to pieces. She covered herself with her hands. Dad watched her, obviously enjoying her discomfort.
"The pizza should arrive soon," he said. "I've already paid, but you're going to answer the door to get it."
"I don't have any clothes."
"Are you a worthless whore?"
"Wh-what?"
"Are you a worthless whore, Charlotte?"
She wanted to say no.
"Yes, Dad. I guess."
"What are you?"
"A worthless whore."
"That's right. So why would it matter if you have clothes?"
"Dad ... I ... I know I have to do what you say ... but ... please? Can I have something to wear? You've already had a lot of ... fun with me today. Just let me have this one thing."
"You can wear a bathrobe ... but there will be a price."
"I'll do it," she said without thinking. Anything was better than being seen naked by another man.
"OK, baby. Spread your legs."
She took a deep breath and obeyed. She expected another fucking. But Dad reached for her bag and pulled out her phone. More video?
Dad put his hand on her ass. Despite having been fucked by him it still creeped her out to feel her father's hands on her body. She didn't realize what he was going to do until it was too late.
He shoved her phone up her pussy.
"Dad! Owww!"
It wasn't all the way in. She was too dry. He shoved harder.
"Owww!"
"Put your hand over it. Don't let it fall out."
He opened a drawer and took out a thong. Charlotte was shocked to recognize it. It was one of her first thongs. She'd worn it when she was a teenager. She'd thought she'd lost it.
"I stole this years ago. Used it to jerk off to your yearbook pictures."
He made her put it on. It was very tight. The phone couldn't slip out anymore.
The doorbell rang. Dad gave her a bathrobe and Charlotte went to answer the door. She could feel the hard edges of the phone inside her as she walked.
"Show lots of cleavage, honey. Remember, your tits are more valuable than your personality."
He threw her some coins.
"And lean forward when you give him his tip."
The delivery man was a young black guy. His eyes immediately went to her cleavage. Charlotte blushed.
"One jumbo pepperoni pizza, extra spicy?"
"Yes, that's, uh, for me," Charlotte mumbled.
"Here you go."
His eyes only met hers for a moment. Then they went back to her breasts.
"Here is, umm, your tip."
Charlotte leaned forward to give him his tip. She felt her aching breasts slide inside her bathrobe.
Then the phone rang inside her. It was set to maximum vibrate. She yelped in pain and almost dropped the pizza. As she grabbed for it, her bathrobe opened enough to fully expose her breasts.
"Ahh! Sorry, umm, the phone startled me. I have to ... I have to go pick it up."
Could he tell the phone was inside her? Maybe he thought it was in her bathrobe's pocket. She prayed that he did.
She closed her robe as quickly as she could. He openly checked her out.
"Nice rack," he said with a smile.
"How dare you!" Charlotte yelled and shut the door. She wasn't racist but she would never go with a black man.
The phone was still painfully ringing inside her. She hoped Dad would let her take it out.
But Dad had other plans. When the phone stopped ringing, he called it again. Then he ripped the bathrobe off her. She dropped the pizza carton on the floor.
"I'm sorry, Dad, I didn't mean to drop it."
"It's OK honey, it's perfect where it is."
He opened the pizza carton with one foot. Charlotte was distracted by the vibrating pain in her pussy and didn't see the punch coming. Dad punched her pussy with all his strength, knocking the phone even deeper into her. Charlotte doubled over in pain. Dad shoved her down so that her breasts landed on the burning hot pizza.
"Ahh! It's so hot!" Charlotte screamed, trying to get up. But Dad was on her. He pressed her down onto the pizza, her breasts making a mess of hot melted cheese. The phone kept vibrating inside her. Her breasts hurt from the impact and the heat. Suddenly she felt Dad's penis. It was pressing against her asshole.
"No, Daddy, not there, please! Oww, it hurts! Owwww!"
Dad penetrated her. She felt his hard dick inside her asshole. It hurt even more than when he fucked her pussy. Her breasts were burning, her pussy was vibrating and now her asshole was being ripped open by a dick. She tried to scream but Daddy shoved her thong into her mouth and held it shut while he fucked her. She struggled but he was stronger.
"I haven't gotten this hard this many times on one day since I was your age," Dad said as he raped her ass. Charlotte could do nothing but sob while he pounded her.
The pizza had almost cooled down by the time Dad came again, pushing his dick as deep into her asshole as he could. Charlotte was a complete wreck. Everything hurt. Dad roughly pulled the phone out of her pussy.
"That was a fun father-daughter activity, wasn't it? Are you hungry, honey?"
She nodded weakly. Dad took the thong out of her mouth.
Then Dad grabbed a slice of pizza and messily shoved it into her pussy. At first Charlotte just moaned, too broken to scream. Then it started to burn. Extra spicy pepperoni pizza. Her pussy was on fire.
"Oh God, Dad, it burns! Please, oh God, get it out, it burns so much!"
Dad made her put the thong back on so the pizza wouldn't slide out. The pain was spreading inside her.
"Get it out? It's the only food you're going to get today, honey, better enjoy it. Now let's go watch TV together like we used to."