DENISE BOUND BY FATHER

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

11-year-old Denise ran naked across the meadow just as fast as she could. The thick grass kept her feet from touching the ground, the dew wetting her bare feet completely. She took a quick look behind her. The creatures were gaining on her.

She couldn’t believe how this could have happened. She woke up this way, naked and lying on the grass. She got up to look around, and there were creatures, surrounding her. She surprised them by jumping up and running through a hole in their ranks.

Denise knew what kind of creatures they were. Satyrs, Centaurs, Imps, Griffins, Unicorns, and others she didn’t recognize. Somehow she knew what they wanted with her. They wanted to tie her up in all kinds of positions, perform all kind of sexual acts with her, then tear her apart while she was still alive and eat her. Tears ran down her cheeks. She headed for a forest, but she didn’t realize it but the closer the thought she got the farther away it actually became farther away.

Denise began to scream and sat up in her bed. Her pajamas were soaked with her sweat. She got up and looked at her clock. 0300. She slipped out of bed, stripped off her pajamas and got in the shower. About that time her mother walked in her room in her robe. Her mother heard Denise’s shower running, and went into the bathroom.

“Denise, are you all right?”

“Mom, I’ll be out in a minute. Then I’ll tell you what happened.”

“I’ll go sit on your bed,” her mother told her.

Denise finished her shower, dried off, and wrapped the towel around her. It wasn’t that she minded her mom seeing her naked, it was the fact that she was growing breasts, albeit medium small ones, enough to certainly see through a T-shirt and large enough for boys to notice, but she didn’t feel real comfortable about it.

Denise returned to her room, and sat down next to her mother. “Turn sideways so I can brush out your hair.”

Denise did so. Her mother began to brush her short brown hair. “So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Denise told her the whole nightmare, not mincing words, telling her mother about what she knew they would do to her if they caught her – sexually abuse her then eat her alive.

“Let me change your sheets, honey. Then you can go back to bed.”

“OK, mama.”

As soon as mama changed the bed sheets, Denise flung off her towel, not caring whether her mama saw her or not.

“Denise.”

“Yes, mama?”

“Did you see how they wanted to tie you up and what they wanted to do to you?”

“Yes, mama. I could almost read their thoughts, or they were sending their thoughts to me.”

“Can you tell me how they wanted to tie you?”

“Well, one way was where they tied my arms and legs far apart, laying on the ground. Another was the same way on my stomach. Another was with my wrists tied apart, then my ankles pulled up and tied to my wrists so my vagina and clitoris and anus were all accessible to them. Then, after having had all kinds of different sex with me, they began to eat me. They started with my toes, and very slowly went up from there.”

“Would you like me to stay with you the rest of the night?”

“Yes, mama. I would.”

Mama pulled back the sheets. Denise climbed into bed, and watched as her mother took off her robe. Her mama was naked underneath the robe!

Mama climbed into bed with Denise. “Honey?”

“Yes, mama?”

“Have you ever wondered what it would like to be tied up? For real?”

“Yes, mama, I have. I found papa’s magazines one day while I was cleaning the house, and I just sat there, turning pages, seeing all kinds of women tied up in all kinds of ways. I also saw the magazines with little girls and boys tied up as well. The more I saw, the wetter my vagina got. I even began rubbing myself until I reached an orgasm. Yes, I have wondered what it would be like to be tied up. And a lot of the women, and the little girls and boys as well, were also gagged and blindfolded.”

“Would you like to have your papa tie you up naked?”

Denise’s heart beat faster, her breathing came in quick gasps. “Yes, mama, I would,” she whispered, not believing what she just told her mama.

“Tomorrow is Saturday, and your papa is home for the weekend as you know. Would you like to have him tie you up tomorrow?”

Denise put her head down. “Yes, mama, I would.”

“When you get up in the morning you will need to stay naked, even coming down for breakfast. Can you do that for your papa?”

“Yes, mama.”

“Good. Papa will enjoy tying up his little girl. And doing things to her. Now, let’s get some sleep.”

Mama pulled her daughter close to her, wrapped an arm around her shoulders and put her hand on one of Denise’s small breasts. They fell asleep almost instantly.

Denise woke up first. She slipped out of bed then began to put on some clothes. Then remembered what her mother said last night. She shook her mother to wake her up. Mama woke, looked at Denise and smiled.

“Good, you didn’t put on any clothes. Let’s go fix breakfast, shall we?”

Denise just nodded, uncertain of her decision of wanting to be tied up by her papa. But she had already agreed, and so she would go through with it.

Denise and her mother made scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage for breakfast, all of them double for her papa. He came downstairs just as she and her mama finished setting everything on the table. Her brother came down for supper as well.

He kissed her mama and her brother good morning, and kissed Denise good morning as well. Denise wondered of he would say anything about her nudity. No, he just sat down and began to eat. Mama and papa made a lot of small talk, laughing every now and then. Denise kind of picked at her breakfast.

“You need to eat, sweetheart,” her papa told her. “At least have some orange juice.”

She ate a little bit, then filled her glass with orange juice, and drank it down. Her hunger grew, and she ate all she put on her plate, then another glass of orange juice. Still, her papa had said nothing about her nudity. He didn’t even stare at her.

Papa got up from the table and washed his own dishes. Denise did the same, watching for some indication of him noticing her complete nudity.

“Mama, Lydon, are you ready?”

“Yes, papa. But be easy at first.”

“I’m ready, too, Papa,” said Lydon, her 8-year-old brother.

“Don’t worry, mama. I will.”

Denise followed her mama and papa and brother up the stairs to her bedroom. She stopped in her doorway, waiting for whatever came next.

“Go lay face up in the middle of your bed, and spread your arms and legs as far apart as you can.”

Denise obeyed, now becoming nervous. She waited while her papa left, only to return carrying a big cardboard box.

“What’s in there, papa?”

“The things to tie you up and torture you with.”

“Papa, I don’t think I want to do this now,” Denise told her papa, very scared now.

“If you stop me now, don’t ever ask me to do it again. If you really want to know what it is like to be tied up, do it now. I assure you, you will want to do it again.”

Denise thought a minute, thought about the naked women in bondage and being severely tortured, thought about the little girls and boys, some of them her age, who were also tied up and tortured.

“OK, papa. Tie me up and torture me.”

“First, I am going to gag you and blindfold you so you can’t make too much noise and can’t see what I am going to do to you. So, sit up.”

Denise obeyed.

“Open your mouth as wide as you can. I have what is called a ball gag, which is bigger than your mouth, and I want to shove as much of it into your mouth as possible. It will super-extend you jaws, which is what I want.”

Denise opened her mouth wide, which really wasn’t wide enough. Papa got on the bed behind her and put the ball at her mouth. He turned to her front, and pushed the ball in as he pulled her lower jaw down. Denise screamed a little scream at the pain she felt in her jaws. Papa returned to the place behind his daughter and buckled on the gall gag just as tight as he could get it, the yanked one more time to tighten it even more. Denise screamed again as the side straps dug into her head. Next he buckled on her leather-padded blindfold just as tightly as her gag.

“Lay down again, Denise, the same way I told you to at first.”

Denise lay down on her back and spread her arms and legs wide. She felt something being attached to her wrists and ankles. Next, first her right wrist was pulled up and back and bound to the right corner post, her left wrist to the left. Her father pulled on her ankles to take out all the slack in her arms, then felt each ankle in turn being tugged on and pulled tightly to each bottom corner post. Now, Denise felt herself completely helpless, and her vagina and anus wide open for her papa, mama and brother to torture her.

“Now, my little sweetheart, I am going to give you the greatest torture ever conceived.”

Denise made little noises, afraid of her body being tortured beyond all pain. She began to twist and turn and tug on the ropes, but she could not get them to budge. Her papa watched her daughter’s belly go up and down with her sobbing.

“No, my darling, not any physical pain, not at first. What I intend to do is to leave you here for a few hours, wondering what I will do to you. Mama, your brother and I are going to leave you now. We will see you in a few hours. Get to know your body.”

And mama, papa and brother left, going downstairs, leaving Denise all by herself. Denise laid there, wild thoughts running through her restless mind. She felt her aureole and nipples wrinkle and become erect, something she had never felt before. Soon, a wetness flowed out of her vagina, and ideas of what it might be oozing out of her vagina troubled her mind. She struggled again, pulling and twisting in her spread eagle bondage, tried to yell through her gag. After fifteen minutes of struggling, sweat started to accumulate on her body and roll down her sides, she stopped.

What would they do to her? She agreed that this was the worst torture, not to be tortured at all, yet expecting to be tortured. What could papa do to her? Mama? Lydon? She remembered the pictures of the naked women with clamps on their nipples, and on their labia as well, some of their breasts squashed by the breast clamps, needles inserted into their nipples, even into the middle of their breasts, through their labia. She even saw one woman with her lips and labia sewed shut. Would papa do that to her? Pictures of the children bound up came to her mind as well. They were tortured even worse. Sharp objects were inserted into the girl’s vaginas and even into their butt holes, same thing with the boys butt holes. They actually caused them to bleed. Hard clamps were placed on their nipples. They too had their lips and the girl’s vaginas sewn shut. The boys had the end of their penises sewn shut as well. One little girl not only had her lips and labia sewn shut, she also had her butt hole sewn shut as well.

How long had she been tied up? To her it felt like the full four hours. In reality, she had been tied for only twenty minutes. She still had a long way to go. For the entire four hours Denise’s mind thought of everything her papa might do to her, all the photos of the women and children coming to mind. She began to tingle, wanting papa to really do something to her. It didn’t matter; he could even sew her lips and labia together if he wanted. As long as he did something!

Finally, she heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Well, little Denise, are you ready for some real torture?” her papa asked. She nodded quickly, making noises through her gag.

“Very well. Just remember, you wanted it.”

She felt her papa playing with her already erect nipples, pulling and twisting them, pinching and rubbing them. Then severe pain hit her right nipple as papa used an alligator clamp on her never before tortured nub. A second pain hit her as he did the same to her left nipple. Denise felt him playing with her labia, and then felt unqualified pain as her papa added two alligator clamps to each labium.

Her cries through her ball gag went nowhere. She felt him push a finger into her vagina. She twisted and turned in her bonds, trying to dislodge them. But no, he continued to play inside her. Then she felt him play with her clitoris, and she writhed even harder, feeling something emanating from her vagina and clit. An orgasm! That was what she was about to experience! But papa pulled out his finger and stopped playing with her clit.

“Not yet, honey. Not yet. I want you to suffer some more. I’ll be back in about an hour, maybe more, maybe less. Bye, sweetheart,” and papa left, and she heard him close the door.

She couldn’t describe the pain from her nipples and labium. It was excruciating. How could people enjoy this type of torture? Of course, she hadn’t even experienced the worst yet. Would papa do those things to her she saw in the magazines? Did she hoped he would, or wouldn’t, or both?

Denise’s mind absolutely rambled, wanting more torture, not wanting more torture. Needing to reach an orgasm, yet suffering from not reaching one. How long did she want to stay tied up? How long would papa keep her tied up? Would he put something into her vagina and butt hole, or would he leave them alone? Did she want him to play with her butt hole? Would he sew her up? Could she stand to be sewn up? What did she want? She didn’t know. No matter what papa did to her, she could do nothing to stop him, but did she want to stop him? Did she hear something? Was her papa coming back to her?

“Well, I see you’re doing OK. But I think I will retie your feet. Don’t struggle, it will do you no good.” Of course, she had no inclination to struggle.

She felt him untie her ankles, then pull them back one at a time, and tie them to where her wrists were tied to the upper corner posts. Now her bottom stuck way up in the air, and she knew her little butt hole was spread wide open. The clamps on her nipples, labia and clit began to hurt worse.

“Well, what a pretty little asshole you have, sweetheart. Let’s see what we can do about it.”

Asshole? She had never heard it called that before. But she liked it. She waited for her papa to do more things to her. He returned, and felt his finger rub along her butt hole, and then felt him slowly insert a finger deep inside her rear passage. What was he going to do to her? His finger pulled out, then he shoved something a little thicker into her, pushed it in as far as it would go. It hurt, but felt good, too. Then she felt a brief heat back there. And she waited.

“See you in a bit, sweetheart,” and he left.

What was it he shoved into her asshole? What was the heat from? She soon found out. Something hot dripped onto her butt hole. She yelled through her gag. Then the hot stuff began to drip even faster, soon covering her asshole with what she didn’t know was hot wax from the candle her father had stuffed inside her and lit it.

Papa returned, pulled the candle, wiped the solidified wax from her bottom, and began to tip it over her nipples, allowing the hot wax to fall on each clamped nub. She screamed at the brief searing pain. Papa finally stopped and wiped off her nipples as best he could with the clamps still there.

“You have such a beautiful bottom, sweetheart.” He began to rub his hands all over her bare bottom, softly and lovingly. “You know what your bottom needs? It needs a good whipping and paddling. I’ll be back in a moment.”

Surely he couldn’t be serious! She had never been spanked in her entire life! She had no idea what it would be like. Would she cry? How hard would he spank her? Would he really use a whip and a paddle on her? She struggled some more to get loose, but her wrists and ankles were tied just too tightly to even move them. The only thing that moved was her bare bottom, and that not very far.

“I am going to let Lydon whip you.”

NO! NOT HER BROTHER! PLEASE NOT HER BROTHER! HE CAN’T SEE HER LIKE THIS!

But it was too late. “Now which should I use on you first?” he asked her. “My hand, perhaps? The whip? Or how about the paddle?” She felt him rub his hands and fingers across her bare bottom again, playing with her asshole, her cunt, her clit, causing more pain, which in her mind gradually approached pleasure mixed in with the pain.

WHAP! His hand smacked first her right cheek, then her left, and her brothercontinued to spank her with his hand until her cheeks were a bright crimson. Yes, it hurt! And yes, she cried! The more he spanked her, the more she wiggled her bottom to try to avoid his hand slaps.

“Well, that should be enough with my hand. Your butt is beautifully red. So beautiful. Now, whip or paddle? I know, the whip. This whip consists of seven hard leather strands with knots tied all the way down the strands. This will hurt. I will even cut into your cunt, so be ready for the severe pain you will soon feel.”

Prepare for the pain? she thought. How much pain could a little whip cause? She soon found out.

Lydon reared back and the whip cracked across both cheeks, leaving red stripes where the whip struck, and little red welts where the knots hit. The second strike hit her just below where the other one was, and Lydon continued to whip her bottom with the whip, each time missing where the previous marks were. Soon, Lydon ran out of clear spots to whip, so he just began to whip her wherever he wanted to. Welts soon formed on her bottom, but he continued to whip her anyway. Then, Denise cried out in a shrill scream as the whip caught her asshole, her pussy and her clit. He continued to whip her asshole, pussy and clit until he tired. He pulled her butt down just a tad to get a good look at her pussy lips. They swelled up to three times their size from the whipping, inflamed with a scarlet red.

Papa and Lydon now watched her cry, watched her heaving stomach, her belly button going up and down with every sob.

“I will get you some cream to help soothe your bottom and pussy. I’ll be right back,” said papa.

Oh god! The pain seemed unbearable! But tied up, she could do nothing about the pain! She just needed to reach an orgasm! PLEASE!

“Now, I am going to rub some soothing cream on your bottom, your little cute asshole, and your sweet pussy lips, which will help ease the burn and speed up your healing.”

Denise felt papa’s soothing hands rubbing her sore butt, her butt hole and her pussy lips. It felt so cool and nice. When he finished, she didn’t feel him any more, until she felt papa pull off the alligator clips without opening them from her nipples. She screamed. Then he pulled the clamp off her clit, and she really screamed! And finally, the two clamps on each labia. By now she didn’t even need to scream, because she was still screaming from the other pains.

“Well, how was that? Do you want to be untied now?”

Denise still shook her head no. She started to hump her bottom back and forth, hoping her papa or her brother would get the idea she needed to be fucked with something so she could cum.

“I see. You need to reach an orgasm, huh?”

She really nodded yes.

“Very well, let’s see how long you can take Lydon’s playing with you before you cum?”

Denise just shrugged, kind of. Tied as she was, she wasn’t sure her papa understood.

She felt something softly massaging her nipples. It felt nice, after being clamped for so long. She groaned at the easy play. He still pulled twisted and pinched her nipples, but not in a painful way. In fact, she gasped as he continued to use his hands on her nipples. Then Denise felt something wet. His tongue! Lydon used his tongue and mouth on her nipples! OH GOD! It felt so good! His tongue stopped. Then Denise felt him getting on the bed behind her. She felt a warm washcloth being softly rubbed over her bottom and pussy, then being dried off with a soft towel. Then she felt his tongue again, this time on her bottom, and soon tickled her butt hole with it! Oh god, it felt so good to have his tongue there! She groaned some more and moved her butt around as he continued to lick her butt hole. Soon, in addition to her butt hole being licked, she felt fingers being rubbed up and down her slit. She hadn’t realized just how wet she was, but she felt her own juices leak out arou nd his fingers and roll down to her belly button. One of Lydon’s fingers slipped inside her pussy, then a second, and even a third! Lydon began to move his fingers around, putting his thumb on her swollen clit. Soon he had her squealing and moving her butt around as much as she could, humping it up and down to get Lydon to move his fingers faster. Her orgasm crept up on her. Then, it hit her full force. She shook, whimpered, froze, shook some more, strained at the ropes, tried to push her gag out of her mouth. Finally, after several minutes of her first orgasm, she settled down.

Papa then untied her and removed her gag and blindfold. “Go get a shower, then come downstairs. Don’t bother with any clothes.”

“Yes, papa,” she replied.

“There will be a surprise for you, so hurry up.”

“Yes, papa,” and she wondered what that surprise would be as her papa left her to her shower . . .