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Subject: {ASSM} "Fourteen" {Kinnik} (M/f, rape, inc, tort, snuff) [2/2]
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STANDARD DISCLAIMER:  WARNING! The following story contains graphic
depictions of extreme violence, rape, torture and murder.

The events and characters depicted therein are ENTIRELY FICTICIOUS.
Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events
is purely coincidental.

IF YOU ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE ACCORDING TO YOUR COUNTRY'S LAW,
IF STORIES OF THE DESCRIBED NATURE ARE ILLEGAL OR MAY BE LEGALLY
DEEMED OBSCENE IN YOUR LOCAL JURISDICTION, OR IF SUCH MATERIAL
OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT READ OR DOWNLOAD THIS STORY!


                            * * * * *

- cont. -

He grabbed the pole from the closet and rolled her onto her stomach.
He undid her legs from her arms. He half expected some struggle but
she was either too tired or in shock. He shoved a pillow under her
hips to raise her ass a little and then began shoving the bar up her
ass. It was hard going at first since there was no lubrication and the
pain made her feebly try to move away, but with a little force and
some twisting he managed to get it a good way up her virgin asshole.
He began fucking her ass with it, slowly at first but then harder as
the going got easier, mainly due to blood lubricating the wood.  The
pole was too long and he could feel the end of it slamming into
resistance as his thrusts became more violent. She was making yelping
sounds each time he did it, too. He slammed it up her one last time
and left it there. He was getting hard again and decided it was time
to wind things down. He rolled her over and straddled her face. He
lifted it and put another pillow under it to keep it raised. Removing
her gag he forced his semihard cock in her mouth. She didn't cooperate
much so he simply began humping her face as he hardened. He pinched
her nostrils shut with his fingers until her eyes got wide with panic
as she gagged on his cock, he felt her mouth and throat struggling
around his shaft and it felt awesome. He kept her like that for a bit
and then let her breathe. She gasped in through her nose desperately.
His dick was fully erect again by now. He did it again and her
struggles became stronger. If she hadn't resigned to her fate before
it was probably because she didn't really believe he would kill her.
Now she was having doubts.

He continued to play the game, cutting her air supply and letting her
convulse around his dick again and again and each time he thrust
himself deeper until he was deep throating the little bitch. Each time
he held her nose closed a little longer and the panic in her eyes
didn't lessen one bit as the routine continued, if anything her body
bucked harder under him each time. He held it too long finally and she
passed out. He cursed and pulled out. He slapped her hard, twice and
heard her inhale. He chuckled to himself. OK, time for a new game. The
little whore probably thought she had died.

He took the opportunity to make a quick trip to his garage, where he
got some rope. He ran back, afraid she'd come to and miraculously
escape. But of course she was still there and unconscious.

He took a moment to survey his handiwork and couldn't help but smile.
It was a dream come true. His daughter's nubile but now bruised and
battered body was beautiful. There was some cum on her hair, and the
pole in her ass stuck out obscenely. It was prefect.

He made a noose of the rope and slipped it around her neck, then he
lifted and carried her unconscious form to the door of her room and
tied the rope to a hook on the back of her door. It was meant to hang
jackets on, but he guessed it would support her weight. He tightened
it until her feet didn't touch the ground. It was supporting her
weight now. He let her go and she hung still unconscious for a second,
a full foot off the ground. Then her eyes opened and she began
twisting on the rope, trying to free herself and reach the floor with
her feet. They weren't even close, but the end of the pole in her ass
dragged slightly. Stan shoved it in a little deeper so it wouldn't
interfere.

Satisfied that the hook was sturdy enough Stan stepped back up for one
last ride. He shoved his prick in her cunt, made newly tight by the
piece of wood in her ass. He grabbed her hips to still her and began
pumping into her slow and hard, taking his time.

Removing the weight of her neck had freed her voice. She had either
been gagged of sucking dick since he'd told her he was going to snuff
her and now that she could speak again, she began blubbering at her
father. Begging for her life.

"Daddy, please don't kill me!. Please. Oh god, daddy?" Her voice was
hoarse, either from the noose or his dick.

He ran his hands over her ass and back as he fucked her and began
kissing her neck. "Yes, baby."

She took his reply as a reprieve and began crying again. "Thank you
daddy! Please, God, I love you. Do anything you want, we can have sex
every day, just please don't hurt me anymore!"

He kissed her on the mouth and used his tongue to part her lips.
Hoping for her life at this point Trisha cooperated, opening her mouth
and kissing him back. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. They
were tear filled and she was still terrified but he could see a spark
of hope. The idea that her father would kill her was still too
outlandish, even after all of this. Hell, she probably only half
believed this was happening anyway. He smiled at her.

"Fuck your daddy, baby. C'mon and show me what a good little whore you
are!"

His tone was kind and he could see the relief in her eyes. She didn't
have much leverage, hanging from her neck, but she did her best to
hump him back. He laughed out loud. Unbelievable.

He kissed her again, fondling her tits as she humped back against him,
french kissing him back. It was a shame really, he probably should
have begun fucking her a long time ago when she was too young to
resist him easily. She obviously had a talent for it. Oh well.

He stopped and pulled back.

"I'm going to take you down. OK?" He had decided to use some of her
newfound compliance before he killed her. The desperation with which
she was trying to please him was just too much fun.

She practically had an orgasm when he said it, thinking she was saved.
"Yes! Thank you daddy."

He withdrew and she hung for a few seconds as he untied the rope from
the hook. She collapsed in a heap, unable to use her hands which were
tied and her legs cause of the pole.

He lifted her body up and carried her to the hall bathroom. He laid
her down on the floor and removed the pole. He turned the cold water
faucet on and let it run. He turned to her and smiled paternally. He
still had a raging hard-on. He sat on the toilet.

"C'mon over here and suck me while the tub fills."

She complied eagerly. With his instructions she licked the shaft,
sucked on his balls, nibbled the tip and he complimented her.

"God Trish, you have a mouth like a whore, I wouldn't mind having you
blow me every night from now on."

She nodded and mumbled something about that 'sounding wonderful'. The
idea of there being a tomorrow was 'wonderful' he guessed. The tub was
nearly full he noticed.

"OK. Lets clean you up."

She smiled and he got behind her as she knee-walked to the tub,
assuming he meant for her to bathe. When she reached the rim he
grabbed her from behind and shoved her head under the quickly rising
water. She barely had time to react before he shoved his dick back up
her bruised pussy and began fucking her brutally. He used one hand to
hold her under and the other to hold her hips still as he fucked her
wildly bucking body. He could see air bubbles rising to the surface as
she opened her mouth to scream and let the air escape. OK well, it
would have only bought her a few seconds anyway.

He leaned over her and moved his head close to hers. Unsure whether
she could hear him, but hoping she could.

"Bye, bye Trisha. Thanks for the best fucking night of my life."

Her hips were up against the rim now and her whole body from the waist
up was under water. He could feel her hips thumping the tub every time
he thrust forward. Her cunt was clamping down around his cock as her
panicking body struggled for life. He wished he could see her eyes
when he came. He could take it no more and he climaxed explosively,
flooding her virgin womb with his seed as her struggles grew weaker
beneath him. He came and came for what seemed an eternity, by the time
he was done she had stopped moving. He guessed she was dead or would
be soon but remained as he was, with his dick softening inside her, he
was too spent to move.

Finally his knees began to hurt on the cold tile floor and he pulled
out. Her body was balanced well over the tub rim and remained where it
was. He pulled her out of the tub and turned her around, leaning her
back against the tub. Her blonde hair was plastered against her skull
and her blue eyes were open and staring. Her skin was even paler from
the cold water.

He stood up and looked at his watch. Only 3:30, wow! One last thing
and then he would dump her body in the tub, and use the shower
fixtures to clean his cum out of her cunt. Then he would take his
things from her room and go back to the party he had come from. It had
still been going strong when he left and he knew he could slip back in
and claim to have been there all night. Most of the partygoers were
too drunk to have a good sense of time. Plus Trisha's time of death
would be difficult to pin-point because of the cold water. He'd tell
his friend he was too drunk to drive home and crash there overnight,
then drive home tomorrow to make the shocking discovery of his
daughter's tragic fate. Who knew, there had been some hot chicks at
the party, maybe he'd even get lucky.

But he still had one last use for his little girl before that. He
opened her jaw with his thumb and tipped her head back. He aimed and
let out a stream of hot urine into her gaping mouth. After all, he had
had a lot to drink at the party.

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