DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

BY HUMILIATOR

[ part 2 ]

After a little while longer of lying comfortably in bed, bathing in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm, Daniella got up and went down to the kitchen, not even bothering to change out of her night gown, or take a shower. The events of the previous night were conveniently forgotten for the time being as she skipped through the house, acting in her usual cheery self.

She walked into the kitchen to discover that all her family were already up eating breakfast. It was not unusual for the Philleone family to be quiet in the morning, however as Daniella sat down at the table, no one bothered to look up, or even reply to her as she said good morning. Her father Angelo read the newspaper and slurped at his espresso like he did every other morning. Her mother simply looked down at her plate, while quietly eating her bacon and eggs. Her sixteen year old brother was the only one to even remotely acknowledge her presence. He nervously glanced at her every now and then before looking back into his own plate.

Daniella looked at her family, from one face to another, trying to gauge what they were thinking, and why they were acting this way. Her stomach began to churn and she shifted around anxiously in her seat. The thought that her Daddy might have told them about what happened began to torment her young, fragile mind. This could be the only reason as to why they were all acting this way, she thought. However, upon reflection, she remembered that her daddy had forced himself on her and brutally raped her. Why was she worried about him telling everyone what happened if she was the victim? But then, why were they all treating her like it was her fault?

After pondering a little while longer, and aimlessly looking from one face to another, Daniella decided to speak out, "what is going on here? Why isn't anyone talking to me?"

No one said a single word; the only response being more nervous glances from her brother. She looked him dead straight in the eyes, putting on her best threatening expression. He couldn't look away when she did that, because he felt guilty knowing what was about to befall her. So instead he matched her expression with his own, and mouthed something, which could only be interpreted as the word "slut".

Daniella gasped in shock and the churning feeling in the pit of her stomach began to get worse. How dare he call her that? But that was exactly what her father had called her last night. Well not exactly. His more precise descriptions were "filthy little slut" and "desperate little bitch in heat". The images came flooding back again into her mind with more vigour and vividness. She remembered that she had been masturbating all night, and that at some point her father caught her in the act. She remembered how he slapped her and called her filthy names, saying that only animals do that kind of thing, and then he made her promise that she would never act like a slut again. Daniella subconsciously began to squirm in her seat as she recalled that he had started touching her pussy and that she kind of liked it, but after that her memory was a little hazy. All she could remember was that her hips were thrusting forward uncontrollably and the warm glowing feeling that spread throughout her entire body, the kind of feeling that was spreading through her now as she pressed her legs together, squirming in her seat.

Her brother noticed his sister's strange behaviour, and when he finally realised what she was doing he laughed out loud and repeated the word that he had mouthed earlier, but this time with more conviction and quite audible, "you slut!"

This brought Daniella out of her trance and made her realise that she was visibly squirming in front of her family, who were all now gazing at her. She looked at her brother again and gave him another angry look, but this did not get rid of the arrogant, teenaged grin from his face. Her father on the other hand, looked over at his son and scolded him, "I told you not to pay any attention to the dog. She needs to be taught a lesson."

Daniella shrieked out in protest, "Daddy! Why are you doing this to me? I'm not a dog. I didn't do anything wrong!" She was met by silence as all faced turned away from her again. After a few minutes of suffocating stillness Daniella was on the brink of tears. She quickly jumped out of her seat and ran around to her father's side, trying to get up onto his lap, hug him and cry into his shoulder like she always did when she was upset. After all, Daniella was daddy's little girl. However, a quick shove from daddy sent his little girl falling onto the floor, nightie pooling up around her waist to expose her nearly transparent, cotton white panties.

After laying on the floor for thirty seconds, balling her eyes out, trying to recover from the immediate pain, she got up on hands and knees, and crawled back over to her daddy, grabbing his leg with both arms and hugging it close, while giving his thigh quick little kisses. "Daddy... please... I'm sorry. I won't be naughty again. I'll be good, I promise."

Daniella desperately pressed herself against his leg, clutching to it as hard as she could. Her budding little breasts rubbed against his hairy leg through her sheer nightie, and her pelvis pressed against his ankle. The contact made her feel good, relieving some, but not all of her anxiety, as it reminded her that she was not alone. Being ignored was the worst thing in the world for little Daniella. She wanted, in fact needed all the attention she could get. Whether it was good or bad was not so important.

After about five minutes of whining, begging and clinging, Angelo calmly put his newspaper down and looked down at her with an impassive face. He stared at her for a few moments, watching her rub herself against his leg. She returned his gaze with puppy dog eyes, little whimpers emanating from her pouting lips, but continued to clutch at her father's leg, subtly trying to rub herself against it. He wondered if she was even aware of what she was doing, or if her hormones had taken her consciousness over completely. Everyone was looking at her now, but only her father was aware of what she was trying to do to his leg.

Finally he spoke, "It is good that you have found your rightful place on all fours, you slut, but after last night's performance making anymore promises is useless."

Daniella looked at him wide eyed and quickly backed off his leg, becoming all too conscious of the connotations of what she was doing. She let out a few whimpers and looked around at her mother, who timidly sat by her husband, looking back at her half naked daughter. Turning her attention to her brother didn't bring any sympathy either, as he only gazed at her lustfully with a typical perverted, teenage grin on his face.

"It is good that you're not saying too much," said Angelo, "a stupid dog like you can't possibly say anything intelligent."

That did it for Daniella. She was not a dog and she was determined to prove it. Now that she had everyone's attention, she quickly stood back up and began to speak. "I am NOT a-."

A quick slap from her father not only shut her up before she managed to utter a full sentence, but also sent her tumbling back onto the floor, her back hitting the fridge. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she hugged her knees to her chest, trying to hide her face, but inadvertently exposing her cute bottom and her panty clad little cunt.

"Who told you that you could get back up, slut?" Angelo roared angrily.

"No one Daddy," replied Daniella while balling her eyes out and keeping her face hidden.

"I told you slut, from now on you will be treated like a dog, a dog that you admitted to being last night. That means crawling on all fours, and talking only when spoken to."

Daniella raised her face to look up at her father, an expression of complete horror overcoming her. He was standing up now, towering above her as she sat back against the fridge with her knees drawn up beneath her chin. She tried to speak but all that came out were little whimpers and cries.

"Look dad," said her brother Michael, "you can see right through her panties. The little slut must have gotten wet while holding your leg."

Daniella looked over at her brother with that same expression of horror on her face, not believing that her own brother would say such things about her. Angelo snickered as he looked at Daniella's panties, seeing that his son was right. Both of them grinned at her mockingly. Only her mother looked concerned, still sitting back in her place like a dutiful wife.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me. I promise, I'll show you how good I am. I won't get wet anymore!" Daniella finally managed to say between tears and whimpers.

"Will you really?" remarked Angelo, before suddenly grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of her cocoon next to the fridge. Her body stretched out on the floor, torso hanging limp from the arm as he held it tight. He then reached down and scooped her up, lifting her up onto the table and laying her flat across it with her legs dangling off the edge. Michael got up off his seat to give his father some more space and looked down at his little sister spread out on the table.

Angelo looked over at his wife and calmly said, "hold her arms above her head."

Daniella didn't even think to struggle in the midst of her whimpers and tears. However, upon hearing her fathers words, she looked up into her mothers eyes with her head laying flat on the table, and pleaded with a puppy dog eyed expression and more whimpers for her mother to do something to stop all this. Frieda stared back at her daughter's pleading eyes. She hated what was going on, but what could she do? She could not disobey her husband, especially considering her own history. But even so, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was right. She knew that such a sexual appetite as she was witnessing in her daughter now, and indeed in her own self, needs to be contained and disciplined. So, ignoring her daughter's further pleas, and with one more demanding look from her husband, she reached out, grabbed her daughter's hands and pinned them down to the table above her head.

"Daddy, why are you doing this to me?" Daniella pleaded with a stutter amidst her tears.

"Because that's what you asked for last night, slut."

"Noooooo! That's not true! I...I wasn't feeling well Daddy, I don't know what came over me."

But her words now fell on deaf ears, as she obviously didn't know what she wanted herself. Angelo pulled her nightie up to her waist, grabbed the band of her drenched panties and roughly dragged them down her legs until they fell from her feet onto the floor. Daniella tried to keep her legs closed, but this only caused her to squirm absent-mindedly in front of her family. After having masturbated for half the night, being fucked by her father, masturbating again in the morning, not bothering to shower in the morning, and now being in a constant state of arousal, Daniella was discharging a particularly noticeable stench from between her legs, as her father forcefully spread them open. Her entire family looked at her in disgust as she lay there helpless and exposed. She could even smell herself, so she knew why they were looking at her that way. Her face burned red from humiliation, and since she practically couldn't move at all, she did all she could, and that is whimper like the dog she was

Her father chuckled mockingly and then bent down to pick up the panties. He looked up at her again, holding up the saturated panties for her to see and said, "open your mouth, slut."

Daniella quickly parted her jaw without protest, knowing full well that those panties were going to end up in there. It wasn't even the threat of punishment that made her comply so quickly, but rather being in this situation, it seemed like doing as she was told was the natural thing to do. Angelo plugged her mouth with the panties, giving her a taste of her own used cunt. Daniella closed her mouth around her panties, biting down on them, with only a little bit sticking out. She whimpered of course, but didn't dare spit them out. Now, whimpering was certainly all she could do.

Angelo looked down at his handiwork, grinning at the sight of his own little girl sprawled out on the table with her wet pussy completely exposed, and cotton white panties emerging from her stuffed mouth as she sobbed pitifully. Considering how wet she was, it wasn't certain whether the sobbing was an indication of her suffering, or a response to being so embarrassed from everyone seeing how turned on she really was. Either way, as his hand slid up along her sticky, parted thigh, Daniella absentmindedly raised her hips, and as soon as his palm pressed against her eager, twelve year old cunt, her sobbing turned into a loud wail and her hips instantly responded by gyrating and humping her cunt into his hand. Frieda opened her mouth in shock as she stared at Daniella, no longer doubting her husband's words that their daughter had become a complete animal. Michael looked at his sister with wide eyes, also in disbelief, but mainly with lust. His teenage cock had been throbbing all morning from the moment his father told them about what happened in the middle of the night.

Daniella shook uncontrollably over the table as her father shoved his fingers inside her leaking, desperate cunt. It was as if everything that happened earlier had made her hungry for more. Prior to last nights events she had certainly been addicted to masturbation, but now she craved it as if her life depended on it. She looked around from one person to the next eyes glazed over with lust. She sensed their gazes judging her, feeling humiliated beyond belief, but all she could do was grunt each time her father sunk his fingers deep into her pussy, and hump against his hand like a rutting bitch in heat.

Angelo spat at his daughter's lust contorted face as he rammed his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, demonstrating to his family what an animal she had become and why he had to treat her the way he did last night.

Michael saw his dad as a role model for masculinity, so he followed suit and also spat at his sister's face, yelling out, "you filthy slut! Dad was right, you are an animal!" Daniella could only groan and continue bucking her hips.

Angelo chuckled at this and said, "son, you can even slap the bitch if you like. She certainly deserves it."

This encouraged Michael and made his cock throb harder. He walked up to the side of the table, looking down at his sister's slime covered face with a sadistic grin, and gave her a single, tentative slap. The slap actually came out harder than he intended, frightening him for a moment. Her head snapped to the side, leaving a red handprint, and she burst into tears. However, no words of complaint left her lips and her hips never for a moment stopped rising up to meet her father's thrusting fingers, which fed her craving pussy the stimulation she so badly needed.

Michael felt a fire burning in his gut, giving him an incredible sense of power as the abuse of his twelve year old sister was met with no resistance or punishment. His father of course gave him an approving nod, but his mother didn't even give him a displeased look as she usually did even for any minor mistreatment of his sister. Knowing that he could now do virtually anything that he pleased to her, Michael raised his hand again and gave his poor little sister another few slaps across the cheeks. Daniella looked up into her brother's eyes, saliva smeared all over her face, seemingly trying to say something, but all she did was groan some more. Her eyes were pleading for something, but with her body in spasms, and her hips humping wildly, it was impossible to tell what she was pleading for, so he simply grinned at her and gave her another slap. Daniella groaned again and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body went into a series of convulsions and she slobbered at the mouth, while her pussy gushed with globs of thick cum all over her father's hand. It was as if her body ceased to be under the control of her mind, causing her nervous system to go into a spastic fit from the overpowering orgasm.

Frieda quietly watched this horrific scene of her daughter being spat on and beaten, and reduced to nothing more than an animal, while holding her hands in place so that she doesn't fly off the table in the midst of her convulsions. She couldn't look up at her husband or her son, as she was too ashamed for having no will power to stop this, but more to the point, for having such a slut of a daughter. What disturbed her most, however, is that she empathised with her daughter. She wasn't sorry for her - she was envious. Her own pussy was gushing, and only the corner of the table could provide some relief, because if her husband or her son, or even her rutting bitch of a daughter had noticed the state she was in, she would not be able to face them as a mother and wife ever again.

Daniella mumbled and licked her lips, her eyes still shut, but her body now lay calmly on the table, basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. As her eyes began to open, and she realised that her entire family was gazing at her, she became deathly pale and extremely self conscious of her physical condition. Her legs were still parted obscenely wide, the air stinking heavily of her cunt juice. Her nightie clung tightly to her body due to excessive sweat, making it completely transparent so that wearing it had no use in keeping her budding little breasts hidden. Her nipples stood out erect, poking through the nightie, while her hair clung to her face from all the spitting and her own slobber. To make matters worse, her panties were still shoved into her mouth.

Three sets of eyes examined her body as if she were a juicy chunk of meat, yet different thoughts were going through each mind. Daniella couldn't possibly know what they were thinking, but all that came to her own mind was the semiconscious dream she had last night about the African slave who had been treated like a dog, and how she hungered to suck on a cock. Her father's voice kept ringing through her head, 'filthy little bitch in heat! filthy little bitch in heat! filthy little bitch in heat!' Her wet panties were finally pulled out of her mouth, and then she instinctively began to lick on a hand drenched with her juices as it was shoved in her face. She was too dazed to question what was going on, and just kept on licking, her panties covering her eyes. Then before she knew it, some other hand roughly grabbed a chunk of Daniella's hair, her body was roughly pulled off the table and then carelessly flung onto the floor, causing her to collapse in a heap.

Daniella felt her limbs throbbing, so she gradually spread them out and lay flat on her back. She then lifted her head and saw her father towering above her as she lay on the floor, helpless and completely at his mercy. Finally she hear his voice again, not in her head this time, but loud and clear, "you filthy dog! From this day forth, that is exactly how your family will treat you. You are no longer our beloved daughter - you are an animal, a slut, a dog. If you don't do as you're told, you will be punished."

Her body throbbed with pain all over as she listened to his words, but there was one thing that provided her with some relief - her pussy. Her hand gradually slid down her body and found her warm little hole, still slimy, and still very sensitive to touch. In response to her father she simply whimpered and said, "Yes Daddy," and then resumed rubbing her little cunt, only gently this time; she didn't have the energy to cum again.

Daniella turned her face to look at her mother, who stared back at her daughter, still in disbelief. Daniella pursed her lips together and pleaded with her big brown eyes, while continuing to casually stroke her twelve year old cunt, "mummy, I'm hungry." She said and licked her lips accordingly. Frieda looked over at her husband, as if asking him permission to respond to their daughter's request. He smiled at her, obviously glad that his treatment of their daughter was met with approval. He walked over to the cupboard and took out a bowl. It wasn't an ordinary bowl however, but rather a spare dog bowl for their Rhodesian ridgeback they kept in a kennel out the back.

Daniella watched her father curiously, while rubbing her little cunt, as he walked around her body, back to the table, carrying the dog bowl. He filled it up with their left over breakfast, walked back around her body, ignoring her completely, and then set the bowl under the sink. That is where their pet Sultan used to eat when he was still a puppy. Daniella seemed to have found a new source of energy, because as her father walked around the kitchen, organising her food as if she really were a dog, her fingers began to thrust in and out of her newly soaked pussy, and her whimpers now came out as moans, filling the entire kitchen with her voice. Obviously being treated this way is what made her cunt respond.

She looked around at her family with her lust glazed eyes. Both her brother and mother were looking back at her in amazement, but obviously disgusted by her shameless behaviour. However her father completely ignored her, walking straight past her again after setting the bowl down as if she didn't exist. She desperately wanted his attention; after all, she was Daddy's little girl, and she loved him more than anyone else. She franticly clambered on all fours after him, pussy leaking down her thighs, whimpering in need and grabbing for his ankle. He simply wriggled his foot loose of her and slapped her without any hesitation. She fell back on the floor, stunned for a moment, but quickly got back on all fours to scamper after him. He turned around to look at her, ready to strike again with his hand raised. She paused, kneeling in front of his feet and looked up at him, whimpering, but not saying anything - dogs don't talk.

He pointed to the food and said, "food, go, eat," making the terms as simple as possible for her, then turned around and led his family out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

After sitting there on all fours, baffled by what just happened, Daniella suddenly realised that her pussy was still horny and wet. Something in her head popped and she collapsed back on the ground again, legs wide open and hand urgently rubbing her cunt. With her head back, she noticed her new dog bowl lying beneath the sink, filled with the scraps from the table. She recalled her father's command to go and eat, and let out a whimper, before trying to slither along the dirty floor towards the bowl, one hand pulling along the ground and the other still between her legs, hips humping against it.

Daniella was crying as she slithered along the ground like a worm. She couldn't figure out how to get to the food quickly and continuing to rub her cunt at the same time. Faced with this dilemma, it took her an entire ten minutes to get from where she was to the bowl, humping desperately and grinding her cunt against her drenched palm along the way. When she finally got there, her face was covered in bliss, her eyes staring wide at the appetising food scraps. She didn't dare use her hands, after all, what dogs do? So, with her ass slightly in the air, resting on her knees and shoulders, Daniella put her face into the bowl and began to chew on the left over omelette, sausages and boiled egg. Both hands pressed up against her pussy, humping wildly. Finally she could satisfy both her pussy and her tummy at the same time.

For a moment Daniella thought about getting off her knees and eating the food with her hands, like normal people, since no one could see what she was doing to punish her. However, when she began to picture what she must look like, kneeling there in front of the bowl, using only her face to scoff the food into her mouth, humping frantically like a bitch in heat to satisfy those urges, a shudder went through her body, and she collapsed with her face in the bowl, hands between her legs, her entire body a mass of palpitating flesh, convulsing all over the floor until she finally passed out.