Perverts 'R' Us

The Cabin - Part 2

By Jude ( inc, M/f, BDSM, vom, hum )

"NO, NO NO! Now let's try it again!"

Pete shouted as yet again Holly gagged on his big hand thrust into her open mouth.

"You have to learn how to take cock without throwing up all over the place. Now, Daddy is going to open your throat again and you are NOT to fucking throw up. I swear, if you do, you will be sorry"

Holly felt her stomach clench as she watched her Daddy bring his two fingers towards her mouth. She kept her eyes on his face as they drove in towards the back of her throat. Pete wriggled the fingers a little and pushed, and somehow Holly managed to take their intrusion and she was rewarded with a smile.

"That's better, slut. Not difficult is it?"

Pete pulled his fingers out from her mouth and wiped the drool clinging to them through her hair. She looked so hot, standing there naked, with her hands behind her back and her mouth open. She had little rivulets of spit dripping from her mouth and down her baby chest, making her look even hotter.

Pete shuffled forward on his chair a little as he prepared to continue. This time he held the back of her head in place as he stuck three of his broad fingers back into her mouth and pushed. Depressing her tongue, they fought to find the back of her throat and he was rewarded with the jerk reaction of her epiglottis that he knew would come. As his fingers went deeper and deeper, Holly began to choke. Her eyes bulged as her stomach contracted, trying to clear the obstruction to her narrow throat.

Pete watched in delight as she jerked at the ropes keeping her hands firmly tied behind her back, and her little feet stamped noisily on the floor. Holly convulsed on his fingers, as her eyes grew wide with fear. The width of his palm kept her mouth open and her lips distorted around his hand and Pete loved every second of it. He knew she was in real distress and it was driving him wild.

Pete had deliberately made Holly eat breakfast before this first lesson of the day. He knew that her stomach would be churning and that the panic on her face wasn't only confined to her not being able to breath. Pete rose from his chair, forcing his fingers just that little bit deeper, shouting, "Don't you dare, cunt! Don't you fucking dare!"

Holly stared back up at her Daddy - she couldn't stop herself and she felt the vomit begin to rise in her throat. Her muffled cries became more insistent, needing Daddy to know that he had to stop. Pete watched with pleasure as she began to turn almost purple with the lack of oxygen.

One last forceful wiggle of his fingers and stepping back Pete got the reaction he was looking for. Holly's little body arched, and with the release of his fingers she vomited onto the floor at her feet. With a wail of distress she began to sob as the acidic liquid dripped from her mouth. Coughing she spluttered at him, "Daddy, I am sorry...Your fingers just went so deep...I am sorry! I will clear it up, just untie me Daddy and I will clear it all up!"

Pete stared at his little slut, quivering with fear and standing there with vomit all over herself. Now, it has to be said, Pete was never one to be excited by sick, but the humiliation factor, well that was another thing. He paced in front of her, as she stood, literally quaking before him.

He let the torrent of abuse begin, "You fucking stupid little bitch! Daddy brings you away to this nice holiday, tries to help you be a good girl and what do you do? What the hell do you do? You fucking throw up all over yourself like some stupid baby! Daddy told you not to. Didn't I, didn't I tell you not to, you cunt?"

Holly was flinching at almost every word, as her Daddy's voice got louder and more aggressive. He thrust his face close up to hers and held her by her hair as he continued to show his displeasure.

"Daddy wanted to teach you how to get better at things. You are the one always saying what a big girl you are! Clearly, that's another fucking lie"

His face was so close to hers that Holly could feel his hot breath on her face and his spittle landing on her skin as he spoke so forcefully. Desperate to make amends Holly began, "Please Daddy, let me clean it up, let me make it ok. Let me show you I can be a good girl."

Glaring down at her, Pete began to push hard on her shoulders, kicking at the back of her legs so that Holly fell heavily onto her knees. She yelped at the force of the hard slate stone on her little joints as Pete continued to push on her head.

Holly tried to draw back as she felt her face being pushed lower and lower towards the nasty mess on the floor. Pete laughed as he felt the resistance and pushed her even closer until she was just a fraction of an inch above it. The bitter, acrid smell invaded Holly's nostrils and she became terrified that she would retch again.

Pete stopped when he saw the very tip of her little upturned nose touch the yellowing liquid and he stated, very slowly and carefully to his whore, "Do not move! Do not move a muscle or I swear I will make you clean that crap up with your tongue. Do you hear me? Do not move one little disobedient muscle!"

Pete stood and walked over to the sink where he found a cloth and small basin he could use. Turning around as the water filled the bowl, he was strangely satisfied that the cunt hadn't moved. Her hands were clenched behind her back and her face stayed firmly where he had left her. He knew that Holly would be feeling very ill by now, and loved knowing she was so afraid of him that she actually stayed put.

Walking back over, he laid the bowl and the cloth just within her sight and crouched down to untie her bound hands.

Taking her right hand, Pete placed it flat on the floor. He then took her left hand and placed it on the cloth. Lifting her head up by her hair he looked into her huge, dark eyes.

"Right, cunt. I want this floor cleaned. You are not, I repeat NOT to move your right hand off the floor. I want you on your knees, and to stay put. If I see you moving around you will be sorry. Got that?"

Holly stared up at her Daddy, confused by his reasoning, but taking in every word. Holly was right handed, so the cleaning up would take longer this way, but if that's what Daddy wanted, she wasn't going to argue.

Holly began the difficult task of wetting the cloth and trying to wring it out with her left hand. She wasn't very strong with this hand and soon she appeared to be making more mess than she was clearing up. Pete grinned as he walked around her. He knew she'd never manage the task and he reveled at the panic that must be surging through her.

"You're not doing very well, Holly. Daddy's getting cross now. Perhaps you need some help?"

Holly looked up at her Daddy and gave him a half-hearted attempt at a smile.

"Please Daddy, could I have just a little help?"

Those words were like a jackpot strike in Pete's heart and he smiled back down at his property, groveling on the floor, covered in her own mess, not so high and mighty now was she?

As Holly watched, Pete slowly brought his hands to the buckle of his leather belt and began to stroke it. Pulling at the leather end he freed it from the clasp and very slowly and deliberately he drew the belt from his trousers. His cock jerked as he saw the color drain from Holly's face as she watched him, almost hypnotized.

"Of course Daddy will help you, Holly. Daddy will help to remind you that you are a worthless piece of shit who belongs on the floor crawling around in her own mess. The longer you take to clean it up, the more Daddy will remind you"

Holly began to rub at the spreading liquid as her father doubled over the leather and ran it across his palm. The more she tried to use her left hand the more mess she seemed to make. Hurry up! Hurry up! She screamed to herself as she kept trying, but she knew it was too late.

Pete walked to the side of his crouching child and let the doubled end of his belt stroke softly across her skinny little buttocks. He loved seeing her shudder as she felt its touch. Oh he was going to enjoy this so much.

Pete lifted the belt, holding it poised and drawing in his breath as he brought it down, firm and hard across the little up-turned ass of his slut. Her scream was amazing, her head jerking up almost as if she wanted him to hear her more clearly. Almost immediately a thick red welt was visible on her pure white skin, and it looked staggeringly beautiful to his eyes. Pete couldn't stop himself, the next blow was brought down with so much force it almost hurt his shoulder with the effort. He loved it. He watched fascinated as he brought the belt down on her skin, and when he withdrew it the new welt appeared, as if it was some magic trick of his own invention. He could hear Holly sobbing and screaming, her face covered in snot and it spurred him on.

Soon the flesh of her buttocks and the small of her back were covered in angry red welts that began to stand out from her skin and in places they even dripped a little blood. When there was no flesh left on her buttocks Pete knew what had to be done. Kicking her legs apart with his hard shoe Pete relished the sight of her tiny pink pussy. The flesh was so sweet, so tender, what else could he do? Pete was like a man possessed as he thrashed her over and over, until eventually Holly was barely making any sound. Her head was down on the floor, her forehead on the wet floor that she had somehow managed to mop almost clean.

Breathing hard, Pete pulled up a chair in front of his prone child, dropping the belt so it curled on the floor next to her face. He stared at her flesh, and looked at it in wonderment. How many times had he dreamed of using that belt on her, and now he finally had. He looked at the welts, but there were so many, criss-crossed over each other that there was no possibility of him counting how many he had inflicted. Leaning forward, he rubbed his hands across her cracked skin and smeared the tiny drips of blood around her remaining lily-white flesh.

Holly moaned as she began to regain some kind of awareness of what was happening. Her brain had, at sometime during the punishment, been able to switch off, take her to a place where the pain had numbed and she was safe.

Holly slowly raised her tear stained, pale face to look at Pete, "I did it Daddy, I cleared it up."

"So you did, cunt, so you did. So let me see. That means that when Daddy reminds you what needs to be done, you do it. Perhaps Daddy needs to remind you more often."

The horror on Holly's face was delicious as Pete let his words sink in. Yes, Holly might just need reminding quite a few times over the next few weeks.

Pulling his thick shaft from his jeans Pete began to stroke his cock. He had often jerked off, thinking about beating the shit out of his daughter and now he had begun to punish her the way she deserved. Stroking hard, he looked at the reddened skin, smeared with the blood he had drawn. The thick leather really had eaten into her flesh, and marked her as the useless whore she was. Pete's cock was harder than he ever thought possible as he raised his foot and brought it down on the side of Holly's impudent little face. Pinning her to the damp, hard flagstone he jerked harder, firmer, wanting to mark her with his cum now.

"Daddy's going to give his baby bitch some nice cream to make her all better."

His foot ground her face into the stone as he stood over her small, curled-up body, the blood glistened as the heat from the welts was almost warming the air above her.

Grunting and breathing hard, Pete stood above her like a dominant animal. He felt his balls tighten at the thought of covering her in cum and aimed his spunk at her punished little cunt body. He heard her groan as his body weight pressed her face harder into the unforgiving floor.

"Fucking little shit. Daddy will teach you - Daddy will teach you!"

His cum seemed to pour over her like liquid hate, dripping from his body onto hers. He was marking her as the used, soiled piece of meat she was. Right at that moment he hated her with strength that he didn't know possible. He had the need to hurt this child, to punish and mark her body until she was a broken shell. Yes Holly was going to pay this summer, and today was only just the beginning.

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