Perverts 'R' Us

Bedtime with Daddy - Chapter 3

By Jude ( rape, inc-dad/dau, D/s )

"Now, how about Daddy says good night properly to his princess?"

He looked down at his beautiful little baby-girl and smiled. So nice and clean now, so pretty and sexy looking. He needed her again, he needed to feel her body around his.

"That would be nice, Daddy. I'd like that"

She tried so hard to keep her voice even, though she felt sick inside. She wanted him to be convinced of her love, and that she would do whatever it took to make him happy. He didn't like it if she didn't.

Her tiny body felt so bruised already, and she was just so tired. She wanted to scream at him to leave her alone, to stop hurting her, to get out of her bedroom and never come near her again, but she couldn't, could she? She just wanted her Daddy to love her, to be the Daddy he was until her 4th birthday when he showed her his grown-up love for the first time. The day of her party when he had lifted her little party dress and slid his fingers into her panties would live in her memory forever. That's when Daddy had changed, the day he said he loved her most was the day she lost her real Daddy forever. In his place she got this big man, who hurt her, and punished her and for whom she was never quite good enough, no matter what she did for him.

Sarah lay and smiled hard up at her Daddy and waited for him to let her know what he wanted, how he wanted to fuck her, what she should do to make him feel better.

Looking down at her he stood and took in every inch of her little body. Stroking his cock, he stared, as if he was admiring a wonderful piece of artwork. Her lithe, immature little body was just so fucking sexy. Her teeny nipples were just made to be pulled and pinched. He couldn't wait until they began to flesh out a bit and he could fulfill his fantasy of using clamps and pegs on them. They'd look so pretty as she screamed with pain. God how he loved that tiny little belly she still had because of her young age, the way it led the eye down to her narrow pelvis and the dip of her hairless little cunt. He loved her pussy lips too, they were just so beautiful, not really fleshy yet, leaving her clit quite clear, just the way it should be. The way it stuck out like that was all the proof he ever needed that she was a wanton little slut and she needed to be looked after by her Daddy so she didn't go whoring around to have her needs met.

Still rubbing his cock, he walked over towards the glass-fronted wardrobes and pulled up the rocking chair from the corner. He still clearly remembered that frigid cunt downstairs, breast feeding Sarah when she was a baby in that chair. She hadn't fucking let him near her for months, but she'd sit there with her tits out like a fucking tease and clamp the baby to it. "Well, screw her," he thought, he had a new fuck-toy now, 100% times better than she had ever been.

Settling back in the chair, legs wide apart, he called her over.

"Come over here sweetie, Daddy wants us to see what a pretty girl you are"

Slowly Sarah clambered out of her bed and walked over to where he was seated. When he had installed this wall of mirrored closet doors, mummy had said how lucky she was that Daddy did such nice things for her. What would she think now, as her naked 6 year old walked towards her Daddy and his rock-hard cock?

Soon she stood before him and smiled at their reflection in the mirrors, Daddy liked it when she smiled. He looked so big in the rocking chair, his shoulders as high as its padded back, and his hips filling all of the pink cushioned seat. She used to love sitting in this chair before, before she became Daddy's plaything. Now even the thought of it was enough to make her cry. She had asked mummy if it could be thrown away once, but she had told her not to be so silly.

He slid his hands under her armpits and lifted her effortlessly until she was pulled back against his chest. Holding her with one arm, he took her feet and placed them on the arms of the chair, leaving her effectively hovering over his shaft. She scooted herself down until her head rested on his shoulder and her hips were pushed forward, opening her cunt up to be viewed in the mirror.

"Oh baby-girl, look how beautiful you look! You are so special, so sexy...my special little girl" His words washed over her and for just a moment she thought she would burst with happiness, Daddy did love her. He really did!

She turned to smile at him but immediately his mouth began to search for hers and she remembered why she was there. His stubble scratched her cheek as he pulled her lips to his. Prying her mouth open with his, he began to kiss her hard, his tongue pushing against hers, probing her and holding her to him by the hand in her hair.

His other hand began to search for her titties. Squeezing and rolling the tiny nubs between his finger and thumb, he kept his eyes on the mirror. Pulling at the flesh, he saw her body jerk and twist a little, trying to ease the tension and discomfort. She whimpered into his mouth and his cock jerked in response.

He loved to make her hurt. He loved seeing her for the next few days carrying the bruises he had put there. Sure, he had to be careful, the fucking teacher at school was always making comments, but soon enough it would be the summer holidays and she would be all his for two long months. He already had plans to take her away, somewhere nice and remote where she could learn exactly what pain was. She would soon be obeying him without question, or she would learn there was a heavy price to pay. Soon he could carry out all his fantasies and they would have such fun together - well he would at least and who gave a shit about her? He made her, she was his to destroy.

Breaking off the kiss, he turned her face towards the mirror and was satisfied at the redness around her lips, it looked like smeared lipstick, making her look exactly like the slut she was. Using both hands now he twisted and jerked her little nipples and they both watched his sick games.

"Daddy can't wait for your tits to grow, baby-girl. Daddy wants nice big titties on his little slut."

They both watched as pinch marks began to show on the flat, lily-white flesh of his daughter. They both knew tomorrow she would have small, oval bruises on her skin. They would look like his fingerprints all over her flesh and she would need to be sure she kept her little vest on to cover them up.

As he toyed with her almost non-existent breasts his feet began to rock the chair, swaying them both like they were on a play ground ride. The only difference was that this was no game, this rocking action was purely to make the head of his cock bounce against her little cunt. It was like some horrible warning for her body that soon he would be thrusting that same cock inside her, raping her in her own little bedroom.

"Look what you do to Daddy, Sarah, look how hard you make my cock. You do that, baby-girl, Daddy's special girl making him so hard and horny"

His voice was soft and gentle, almost like he was reciting some nursery rhyme in her ear, telling her that this was all her doing, that she was the one causing this whole thing. "Could that be true?" she thought. "Do I really make this happen? Is it my fault?"

Taking his hands from her chest now, he brings them down between her slender thighs and begins to caress the soft flesh. Shivers run though her as they both watch his hands spreading her open even wider. Pulling at her cunt lips, he holds them as wide as he can, exposing her to their view. The flesh inside is silvery pink against the whiteness of her thighs. Staring at his daughter's cunt, he takes a long, deep breath. She is such a fucking little slut. He could see how much her body wanted sex, he could feel it on his fingertips, he could smell her needs, and soon he would fulfill them.

"Oh look baby, your clit is showing Daddy what a little slut you are. Can you see it sticking out now, my sweet? Can you see it trying to find Daddy's cock? You want Daddy's cock, don't you Sarah? Your body can't lie, baby. Look!"

Sick to her stomach that her own body could betray her, she nodded her head. His thick index finger pushed under the tiny little pearl like clitoris of his child and made it even more prominent for them both to see. She couldn't deny that it did feel nice sometimes when she touched it, but not when Daddy did it. She hated it when Daddy did it, so why was it there now, sticking out from under its little hood? Why was it showing Daddy she wanted him to fuck her when she really, truly didn't?

Her lack of response annoyed him and he pinched the delicate flesh, driving a nail into her clit.

"Answer me you fucking cunt!" His words weren't soft and sing-song now. Now they were hard and demanding.

"Y-Y-Yes Daddy, I can see it." She stumbled over the words, her voice high pitched as the pain dug straight into the most sensitive part of her. She was already so sore down there from the shower that every touch was intensified.

"And?" The question hung in the air as they stared at each other in the mirror. The seconds ticked by as he glared back at her.

A fake smile twitched around her lips as she said what he wanted to hear, "Yes Daddy, your baby girl wants your cock inside her - Please fuck me, Daddy"

Her words were met by a smile, and for a moment she saw the triumph in his face, the gloating look that made him feel so innocent in the game. She was the whore; she was the one that wanted to be fucked. He was just helping her, wasn't he? Saving her from being the neighbourhood slut. Daddy took care of her, at home, behind closed doors, safe in his arms. He was only doing what she needed.

He began to stroke his hard shaft through her cunt lips, oozing pre-cum like a lube inside her soft, sweet pussy. He loved this moment, the anticipation that came just before he worked himself inside her. She was still so tiny, so tight that it almost hurt when he drove into her, a sweet exquisite pain that brought him the reward of the best sex he ever had in his life.

Keeping his eyes on the mirror, his lips close to her ear, it began - the filth that he needed to pour over her as he prepared to violate her.

"Yes, you dirty little cunt. You love Daddy's cock don't you? Making me do this; making me fuck you. You are just a filthy slut, a cunt that will never get enough cock. Daddy has to help you, keep you safe, keep you so well fucked at home that you won't go sleeping around with anyone. Isn't that right, you piece of shit whore?"

No waiting for a reply, not needing it, he began to work his cock-head into her tiny opening. He was so big, so thick that every time he did this she was terrified she would tear again. That first time was so awful, she thought she would die as her little cunt tore. He held a cushion over her mouth, telling her to shut up, to take it as she went into shock. The only thing she could give thanks for was that the blood helped to lubricate her as they fucked. It took weeks to heal and she had to wash her panties out at night when she got home. Daddy said she wasn't to spoil the underwear he bought her.

Now she was more used to it, she knew she had to try and relax, had to open herself to him or she would pay for it one way or another. Biting down so hard on her lower lip that she thought she would draw blood, she felt him inch inside her. His words were now punctuated by his grunts and groans of delight as she took his thick tool.

"That's a good girl, Daddy's special little whore. Fucking take it! Take it you cunt!"

He began to push down on her shoulders as his hips thrust up. She didn't have to move, she didn't have to do anything more than be used by him. His little fuck toy, that's all she was now. He was oblivious to her body, her pain, all that mattered was she didn't complain and made him feel good. She had learned long ago he loved her tears and her pain, but she needed to be a good girl and keep nice and quiet for Daddy.

She crouched as low as she could as she felt his strong hands grab her hips. His hands groped her narrow pelvis and jerked her, using her to masturbate himself with. She could barely keep her balance as the force made the chair rock even harder. She felt sick, not just from the movement, but from the pain searing through her now.

"Daddy wants inside your womb baby girl, open your fucking womb for Daddy!"

She had no idea what he meant, how could he have more of her than he did now, how could he get any deeper into her?

Suddenly one of his huge fingers began to rub over her clit. Not gentle and softly, like she did sometimes, but harder, rougher, spitting on his fingers to lube her up a bit more for him. Growling into her ear, he began to explain, "Now listen you whore, when you cum for Daddy I am going to push right into your womb. You are going to open up and take Daddy right inside you. We are going to practice making babies, you hear me?'

She still didn't really understand, what was talking about, he was inside her, wasn't he?

Humiliated beyond belief she felt her teeny, punished pussy begin to get wet to his touch. She began to cry as she couldn't stop herself responding. She was a slut after all. She must be, or why was she getting wet? Daddy must be right; she must want him to fuck her!

He adored it when she cried, and right now the humiliation on her face was the hottest thing he had ever seen. One of his pedophile friends on the net had told him that if you got your slut to cum, the neck of her cervix would open and you could get your cock right up into her womb. That's exactly what he intended to do. He knew her slutty cunt well enough that she would cum for him, she couldn't help herself. As she did then that little womb was his!

"That's right whore, cum for Daddy. Cum on Daddy's big cock, you know you want to. Do it slut! Fucking do it NOW"

Horrified that it was happening, she felt her body jerk, every muscle standing on end as she came around his cock. She only had a second to accept these feelings when he drove up into her. His entire body left the chair as he plunged her down.

Unable to stop herself she screamed at the top of her lungs. He was ripping her, he was killing her! The pain was like a burning poker inside her, and she couldn't take it. She kicked out, but that only sunk her lower as her feet had no support from the chair.

She saw on his face the complete delight, the power of ripping into the very soul of his child. She felt his cock bulge and spew his dirty Daddy cum into her. It was burning her! Daddy was burning her baby womb - surely she would die from the pain. Daddy bit down on her shoulder as he drove his cum into her womb. The tightness was fucking incredible! He would have to do this again. She was drawing the cum right out of his balls and into her. This little whore was so desperate for him that she was actually opening her womb to take him inside her. And he was more than willing to give it to her

Daddy clamped his hand across her mouth as she continued to scream. She couldn't stop herself, if there were consequences, she would just have to take them, she couldn't even think about it! Her body convulsed and she began to retch, sick with the agony as he drove into her stomach.

Suddenly she became aware of noises. Police sirens - oh thank god, someone had come to save her! The Police were going to stop him, they would take him away. Daddy would never touch her again.

She tried to turn her head, expecting the door to fly open. He followed her gaze and began to laugh - a real belly laugh that sounded deafening in her ear. Pulling her off his body and shoving her hard down onto the floor, he stood above her. He might not be inside her anymore, but the pain had barely subsided as she looked from him to the door.

Looking down, he grinned as his softening cock moved a few inches from her face. The blood and cum dripping from it seemed to taunt her.

"Did you think someone was coming, Sarah? Did you think the Police were going to burst in and take you away from Daddy?"

The disappointment and pain made her voice little more than a sickened whisper.

"Yes-s, Daddy"

Bending down he grabbed her under her arm pits and lifted her until their faces were level with each other.

"No one is going to take you away from me, not now. You belong to me and never forget it. Now Sarah, tell me what the noise was"

As reality dawned, she answered him. "It was the TV, Daddy."

Gloating at the used little whore he continued, "Yes slut, it was the TV, and who turned the TV up?"

"Mummy turned the TV up, Daddy"

Grinning at her he watched as slimy globules of cum and blood dripped from her cunt down her little dangling legs,

"Yes, darling child, Mummy did. So, no one is coming to save you, are they my special little Sarah?" sarcasm dripped from the affectionate terms he now used for his daughter.

"No Daddy, no one is going to save me"

Now she knew that was the complete truth, she would always be Daddy's special girl.