Perverts 'R' Us

Bedtime with Daddy - Chapter 1

By Jude ( M/f, D/s, inc, pedo, abuse, nonsex )

She lay in bed shivering despite the heavy cover pulled in around her body, watching the lights on the digital clock click over and over, bringing Daddy's bedtime closer. She closed her eyes, hoping that somehow time would fly forward and he would be gone from her room.

She heard him say his goodnights to her mother, as the soundtrack of the late movie began. Did mummy know she asked herself for the hundredth time? Did she know what Daddy did when he came to check on her at night? She must do, how could she not see the evidence on the sheets, the tears in her nighties, and sometimes the bruises...how could she not see them?

She heard him climb the stairs, slowly, casually and she counted every step. He took nine steps to reach her door from the top of the stairs and she counted them in turn, and her clock showed 10.05pm. Always 10.05pm She watched as the door handle turned and there he stood in the doorway, his shadows falling over the bed from her Winnie the Pooh night-light. He looked at her and smiled, walking in and closing the door quietly behind her. Three steps to the side of her bed and he was there. There to say goodnight in his own special way to his baby-girl.

He took the edge of her covers in his hand and slowly, so slowly drew them back over her slender body until she lay there in just her tiny nightie. He liked this one, the hem was short and it gave him a tantalizing glimpse of her bald pussy sometimes before he had even instructed her.

"You look very pretty tonight baby, you hair looks nice in those braids"

He leaned down and rested his hands either side of her head on her pink pillow and looked down at her, his beautiful daughter, his little slut, his property.

She could feel his warm breath on her face and she tried to smile, he liked it better when she smiled.

"Thank you, Daddy"

Her voice was little more than a whisper. She had been taught long ago that this was a quiet time with Daddy. Anything too loud earned her a spanking, or if he was really mad the belt came out and her soft little bottom took the punishment for her thoughtlessness.

Lowering his head, his mouth met hers, pressing firmly and parting her little rosebud lips with his tongue. His mouth ground against hers, his stubble scratching her cheeks as she opened to his kiss. His tongue pressed hard against her and he kissed her as his lover, searching for the loving response he needed.

She lifted her tiny arms and wrapped them around his neck, making tiny murmurings of passion as he continued to force his tongue deep into her mouth.

He wanted her to be his willing little slut, and she wanted to please him, if she could do that he might not hurt her so badly, might not make her cry too much tonight. She might even be able to go to school tomorrow if she wore her thick jumper that covered her up so well.

Finally he pulled back and she inhaled sharply, filling her lungs with a cold rush of air that helped to take away the taste of him in her mouth. He on the other hand licked his lips and smiled, savoring the taste of her.

"You know what Daddy wants."

His voice was even, like he was reminding her of something as normal as brushing her teeth. It was said with a smile, but a smile that never reached his eyes. Tonight would be for his pleasure, it always was and they both knew it. Sitting up she pulled the pretty floral nightdress over her and dropped it down on the floor by the bed. Fear made her body shiver and her teeny little nipples tighten as the cool air hit her body. Laying back down on her pillow she reached her arms above her head and bending her knees, keeping the soles of her feet flat on the bed she opened herself up to him.

Standing beside her his eyes traveled down her body, inspecting her, as he untied the belt of his robe, allowing it to drop from his shoulders and join her scrap of material on the floor.

He settled on the mattress beside her and she felt it dip, as if it was pulling her to him. She swallowed hard and her bottom lip trembled as she saw his hands move towards her body - it had begun.

His hands looked huge and tanned against her lily-white skin. Grabbing at the puffy soft flesh that would soon give him the breasts he wanted to play with, she felt the calluses on his fingers. The strength from the construction work he did all day made her body mould to his touch and produced a gasp from her before she could stop herself. Digging his fingers in hard to the tit flesh his eyes burned down with anger at her.

"Sorry Daddy, sorry, so sorry Daddy" she stumbled over her whispered apology and the terror was clear in her face. His cock twitched against his hairy thigh as he smiled to himself. He fucking loved that look, that complete fear as she looked up at him. He lowered his mouth to her ear and in that deep, cold voice of his, he warned her.

"Any more noise from you, young lady, and you will be very, very sorry. Do you understand me? Do not make Daddy angry tonight - not tonight."

Tiny pearl like tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as she nodded her understanding. She could read her father's moods now and she knew she was in for a long and painful night if she didn't watch herself.

He slapped her thighs further apart and dragged her towards him by her slim pelvis. She slid across the sheet and parted her thighs until they ached from the angle they were at. Her tiny cunt opened up to his view and she hated every minute of it. She knew Daddy had to inspect her, that he did it for her own good, but it never made it any easier for her.

His thick finger and thumb parted her slight outer lips so that she was laid bare to him. Without a word, he drove a finger into her tight little hole until he hit the top of her cervix. Pushing until his nail dug into the intimateness of his child, she turned her face and pressed it as hard as she could into the pillow. Her hips jerked as he withdrew and this time thrust two fat fingers into her.

Holding them deep inside her he growled, "You are wet, you filthy little whore. Why are you wet?" His low voice was little more than a growl.

Panicking, her head jerked up until she was staring into his face. She could barely see the color of his eyes, as they seemed to be burning black with temper.

"No Daddy, I'm not, I'm not!" sick with fear she felt a huge knot in her stomach almost making her wretch.

"So now, not only do I have a wanton little cunt for a daughter, I am also a liar too?" His voice was cold as ice, and penetrated her every pore.

She knew she couldn't win, she knew this game, his game. His game, his rules and she was the pawn.

"No Daddy, you are not a liar. Please forgive me" barely audible, admitting defeat, she let the game commence.

If you want to know what Daddy decides to do with His little whore, let me know at naughty_jude@yahoo.com