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Daddy's Little Girl (Incest-father/daughter, NC, Hum)
By Humiliator
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Part One
She grabbed the pillow and shoved it over her head, desperately trying to
fall asleep. She just couldn't do it. It was calling for her, a powerful,
irresistible urge. Daniella was a twelve year old girl who was going through
a dingy stage of puberty. Her hormones were raging, causing her pussy to
gush with juices much too often throughout the day.
The worst thing was that she could not control her thoughts. While sitting
in geography, trying hard to concentrate on what the teacher was saying,
all she could think about was what he looked like without his pants on and
the size of his cock. When talking with her friends, she was no longer content
with the fluffy, teeny bopper conversations. She would think about whether
or not they were going through the same thing as she was, and would always
try to swing the conversation towards a sexual topic.
Now, lying in bed on her belly, a pillow over her head, Daniella was pulling
her panties down along her curvy, rounded hips, past her tender, smooth
thighs and over her knees. She spread her legs out as far as the panties
on her calves allowed her to, and raised her hips up, while laying her face
down sideways and resting upon her shoulders and knees, like a bitch ready
to be mounted. She then proceeded to slide her hand down beneath her body,
placing her warm, soft palm upon her awaiting, saturated pussy.
A sudden gasp of desperation emerged from her throat. Her body tensed up
and she thrust her hips forward, grinding her pussy into her hand. Her fingers
slid along the length of her pussy lips and rotated over her unbelievably
sensitive clitoris, which peaked out from under her puffy folds of pussy
flesh. These incredible sensations caused a mass of sexual energy to surge
through her body, inducing a loud wail from her esophageus, vibrating over
her quivering lips.
No longer trying to resist the craving for sexual stimulation, Daniella frantically
began to rub her fingers up and down her slit. Her juices uncontrollably
seeped from her pussy, rolling down her thighs and hand, making the rubbing
extremely sleek and wet. Her breathing was becoming more intense, causing
her to vocalise deep moans of pleasure. Daniella rocked her hips back and
forth over her hand, while balancing on her knees, causing her to sweat profusely.
The covers hugged her body closely, making the experience all the more fervent.
Lately all she wanted was for someone to take her, a strong, attractive man
to seize and ravish her. Now, that is what she was picturing in her young,
adolescent mind as she desperately plunged her fingers inside her hot, soaking
cunt. Her moans turned into grunts while she senselessly shoved her fingers
in and out of her gluttonous pussy like a wild bitch in heat.
As Daniella busily worked to satisfy the demands of her pussy, her father
awoke with quite a different need of his own to satisfy; the need to empty
a full bladder. However, as he walked down the hallway towards the bathroom,
he overheard his daughter's desperate cries. Alarmed at first, he rushed
to her bedroom door, swinging it open suddenly.
To his surprise Daniella was in no need of help at all. After studying the
scene for a few moments, Angelo quickly came to his senses and realised that
his twelve year old, innocent little daughter was masturbating. Involuntarily,
his penis began to harden, and assisted by the full bladder, it turned into
a large, raging hardon. He stood there, naked, staring at his twelve year
old daughter, filled with a combination of lust and outrage.
Daniella, completely absorbed in the deed, was oblivious to the swinging
of the door and the presence of her father. All she cared about was the imaginary
cock, simulated by her fingers, sliding in and out of her cunt. Her body
convulsed uncontrollably. Her mind boiled. As the heat become unbearable,
she tossed her covers away with her free hand, treating her father to the
staggering sight of her juicy arse and an immensely wet pussy, with a hand
settled between her wide spread legs, vivaciously jabbing two fingers in
and out of her cunt. Tears filled her eyes as her premature cunt twitched
wildly from over-stimulation, nearing a climax. Her body jerked with violent
tremors as she wept and wailed from the fierce agitation and commotion her
body was being exposed to.
Her father proceeded to approach Daniella, but even this did not alarm her.
He took control of himself, knowing that such behaviour was in need of discipline,
or she might become a total whore, running around town, spreading her legs
for any cock she happened to admire. Not only would that shame the family
name, it would also expose little Daniella to undesirable men who only cared
about taking what they could and leaving the garbage for someone else to
take care of. No, he would not let that happen. Daniella needed a steady
hand to keep her little cunt in line. The only way this could be done is
if someone suitable was found, but considering her age, who would want a
little brat to take care of? That meant one thing. Despite being her father,
Angelo would have to discipline Daniella in the ways of sex by himself.
Daniella heaved a large breath of air and let out an ear piercing scream.
Her pussy was on fire! Her body trembled, knees barely keeping her up. Her
eyes were shut up until that final moment when her body shook violently,
her pussy buckled tightly around her fingers, gushing forth with thick bodily
fluid, which soaked her thighs and the sheets beneath her. As wave upon wave
of sexual energy scoured through her body, her eyes opened wide, tears of
pleasure rolling down her cheeks.
At first the picture was not so clear in the darkness. She was still on her
knees, rubbing her pussy to oblivion like a bitch in heat, while a dark,
tall figure stood by her side. She was in a daze. It felt like time stood
still, but her body was fixated in a state of ecstasy. Slowly, as the picture
got clearer, she began to emerge from her altered state of consciousness.
Although she continued to rock back and forth, huffing and puffing, rubbing
her pussy in the final moments of bliss, she now realised that the figure
by her side was, in fact, her father. He stood naked before her with a massive
cock pointing towards her and his eyes glared at her in a way that she had
never seen him look at anyone before.
She tried to speak, but the previous, rigorous activity had taken all the
energy out of her, causing her throat to vocalise some incomprehensible rasping
noise, that only added to the humiliation of being found in this degrading
position. Finally her knees faltered and she collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion,
hand stuck underneath, between her legs. Daniella looked up at her father,
knowing that his look could only mean that she was in trouble, and pleaded
with her seemingly innocent, brown eyes.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here?" Her father said mockingly. "We
have a desperate little slut!" He looked at her with a cold glare. "Who would
have known that such an innocent little girl, that always made her father
proud, would turn into such a filthy, little, bitch in heat."
Daniella lifted her face up as if it speak, but he suddenly grabbed her by
the hair and jerked her head right back, lifting her up.
"Shut up you little whore! I don't care what you have to say." He snarled
in anger, while turning her body upright, exposing her nakedness to his lustful
eyes. Daniella backed away from his hand and hugged her knees up to her chest,
trying to hide her exposed body from his gaze.
"I...I...I'm ss...so...sorry, daddy." she stammered in embarrassment. "I
just... I couldn't..."
"You couldn't what, slut?" He uttered with a threatening tone, seizing her
by the hair once again.
"I couldn't help myself daddy!" she finally released. "I'm sorry! Lately
I just haven't been myself. I can't help but touch myself down there."
Angelo calmed himself a little and gently stroked his thumb along his little
girl's cheek, wiping away her tears. He had to reorganise his approach. She
was being reasonably straightforward about this, and he shouldn't punish
her for that.
Nevertheless, her previous actions could not be ignored. He lowered his gaze
down from her eyes to her shapely legs, and the wet, puffy folds of flesh
that peaked out from between her toes.
"So, my little slut," he spoke with a strange, seemingly affectionate tone,
"your pussy was craving to be touched, and you could not resist?"
"M...m...my pussy?" She said as if unsure, but glanced between her legs and
moved her toes in to hide it. Her face was going red from having to admit
all this to her father.
"Yes, your pussy! Your cunt! That dirty, little thing between your legs that
always gets women into trouble. I'm sure you know full well what I'm talking
about."
"Well, yes daddy, I needed to touch it. It felt so good!"
Suddenly he lifted his arm and without hesitation, gave her a sharp slap
across the face with the back of his hand.
"Only animals give into their sexual urges!" He shouted at her as she cried
from the slap and cowered before him in fear, rubbing her little cheek to
sooth the stinging.
"Is that what you are? An animal, a filthy, depraved, little bitch in heat?"
"No daddy! I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again, I promise!" She pleaded with
him. He grabbed her by the legs and dragged her down the bed, while she wriggled
helplessly in protest. Although she just came, her sexual urges were by no
means dead, and the adrenalin pumping through her body created by the struggle
with her father was keeping her level of arousal at a peak.
Finally Angelo wrestled her down into a helpless position on the bed with
her wrists pinned above her head, knees bent over the edge of the bed, and
her thighs spread wide before her father. The shivering of her body revealed
her fear, as she felt completely exposed before her father's judgemental
gaze. Such embarrassment she had never felt before. Her underdeveloped breasts
rose and fell with each breath she took, and her pussy lips dilated simply
from being exposed in such a lewd manner. For several moments that lasted
like hours, the only thing that could be heard in the room was Daniella's
heavy breathing.
Content that Daniella was calm and would no longer struggle, at least for
a while, Angelo proceeded with his inquisition.
"To masturbate, like you were doing, is a very sick and depraved act. Only
desperate and filthy girls do such things. Those girls are no better than
animals." He told her, as if teaching her something new about life.
"Yes daddy," were the only words to emerge from her lips. She lay as still
as possible, not wanting to get him any angrier than he already was.
"What you did was a very naughty deed," he went on. "It means you're almost
just like one of those animals. Such deeds deserve punishment. Girls who
act like animals, deserve to be treated like animals. Do you understand?"
She nodded, but in truth, understood very little, except for the word punishment,
which had obvious implications.
"You have promised that you shall never do this again. Can I still hold you
to that promise?" A delicate smile crept up along his face as he spoke those
words.
She nodded quickly and blurted out, "yes daddy! I'll be a good girl for you,
I promise. I won't do anything like that again..." but as she spoke those
words of reassurance, her daddy's hand slowly crept up along her inner thigh.
At first, Daniella did not notice. However, once his palm came in contact
with her slick, tender pussy lips, she paused in mid sentence and let out
a short gasp.
For a moment there she lay still, her father's hand rubbing her pussy, reawakening
those titillating, sexy feelings in her little cunny. However, as her eyes
met her father's gaze, the situation dawned on her and she began to struggle
again.
"Daddy! Wh...wha...what are you doing?" She asked in protest while desperately
trying to wriggle beneath her father's pinning hand in an attempt to get
away, which only added to the stimulation of her pussy.
"I'm testing to see if you are going to keep your promise," he said with
a distinct lack of emotion, as his hand continued to probe at her pussy lips.
A look of terror came across her face as she felt her body respond to his
intruding hand. He held her thighs wedged open with his knees and her arms
at bay over her head. Although her pussy was still wet from the previous
incident, he knew that she was becoming aroused again as her slit parted
open from having her clitoris rubbed, welcoming his fingers inside against
her will.
She desperately tried to control herself, knowing that if her body gave in
to the sexual urges, there would be dire consequences. The word punishment
kept ringing in her head, along with the words slut and animal. Daniella
knew that some men would beat their wives if they misbehaved. In fact, she
recalled that a while ago, her father had called her mother a "slut" and
beat her harshly, although for what she was not sure. She also knew that
circus animals were whipped if they didn't do what they were told.
This in turn made her think about South American history that they had learned
in class, of how Africans were treated like slaves. African women were whipped,
just like animals, if they did not perform their required, sexual tasks.
This thought partially brought Daniella back to reality, as she realised
that her Daddy might be inclined to do that very thing.
She felt her pussy being stretched by two thick fingers that vigorously thrust
in and out, skilfully rasping against her clitoris, and curling on the inside,
which sent wild sparks of irresistible pleasure through her concupiscent,
young body. The pleasure brought her back to the fantasy of an African slave
woman on, this time on her hands and knees, just like an animal, being whipped
and ordered to lick a man from his foot up along his leg, towards his large,
erect cock.
Daniella could almost feel the stinging from the whip, as she pictured that
it was her who was desperately licking her way up a man's leg, towards his
cock. As her face moved up, she saw her father's face, and realised that
it was his cock she was about to suck on.
Suddenly a hand swiped through the air and crashed against her face, making
her realise that she was still lying on the bed, with her legs spread wide
apart for her father, while thrusting her hips up to meet his hand, and whimpering
uncontrollably.
"You filthy little slut!" he yelled and delved his fingers in and out of
her pussy at the same time. "You're such a desperate bitch in heat that you're
even enjoying your own father's fingers thrusting into your hungry little
cunt."
"No Daddy!" she screamed out and began to cry again from the slap. "I don't
want this. I don't... I don't! STOP!"
Despite her words of protest, Daniella's body had completely betrayed her.
As if with a mind of its own, her body was keenly bucking forward and her
legs spreading out wider to meet her father's trusting fingers. Her hands
were still locked behind her head, causing her to arch further up, as her
hips gyrated upon her daddy's hand.
"Daddy... stop... please... no... no... no!" Her pleas continued, until suddenly
Angelo seized the thrusting of his fingers and pulled them right out, leaving
Daniella humping upwards at empty space in frantic need.
"Well, I guess if you really don't want it, I'll stop." He said mockingly,
knowing full well that her body was beyond withdrawal. This brought a sudden
shock to the poor little girl, and she burst into tears all over again, while
still aimlessly humping into the air, restrained by her father's hand holding
her wrists tightly above her head.
"Daddddeeeeyyy!!" Daniella wailed in despair. "Puhh-lllleeeaaa-sss-eee."
Now she was picturing the African slave wearing a collar, and secured by
the leash to a wall. She tried to crawl forward, chocking herself on the
leash, desperately trying to get a delicious cock into her mouth that was
dangling just an inch away from her lips, the exact distance of her daddy's
hand from her pussy.
"Yes sweetie?" her daddy said, "is something the matter?"
She nodded desperately and proceeded to hump aimlessly into empty air. The
whole bed was squeaking from her movements of desperation. She couldn't even
close her legs in order to squirm, as her knees were kept wide apart by her
sadistic father.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" he taunted her, while she desperately
cried, "Daddy!"
"What sweetie? Tell me what daddy can do to help." A satisfied grin was splayed
on his lips, and his eyes leered at her, knowing that he had won. She returned
his gaze with her deep green eyes, wide in fear and panic, and finally defeat.
"Fff..fffuuu...fuckkk! Fuck me Daddy! Please!"
His hand closed upon her pussy, which instantly began to bump and grind against
his solid palm. Once again, those familiar sensations were returning, surging
throughout her pussy, concentrated in the bundle of nerves of her clitoris.
"You want your own daddy to fuck you, slut?"
She nodded urgently.
"Does that mean you are a filthy animal? A desperate little bitch in heat,
that deserves to be beaten, fucked at will, and treated like a dog?"
The picture of the black slave, on her hands and knees, wearing a leash,
returned to Daniella's mind. She was now contently sucking on that cock like
a delicious bone, while someone was flogging her senselessly with a sharp
whip all over her back and arse. After a little while the picture transcended,
and it was Daniella herself, standing on all fours, enduring a brutal whipping,
but contentedly sucking on her Daddy's delicious cock. It was all making
sense. Her daddy was right. She was a filthy, perverted animal, a dog.
"Yes Daddy! I am a dog. I need to be fucked. I need it... I need it... I
need it!"
"Whose dog are you, slut?" He yelled at her hoarsely, as he finally released
her hands, spread her legs out wider and took hold of his huge, erect cock,
and pressed the head against her quivering pussy lips, preparing to fuck
his little, virgin daughter.
Daniella realised that dogs were pets belonging to people. Who did she belong
to then? Of course! It was her beloved Daddy! African women were slaves to
European Masters, so too, she was a slave, a dog slave, and her Daddy was
her Master.
"Daddy, it's you! I belong to you! I am your dog, you are my Master. Master,
fuck your dog, please! Daddy, fuck me! Beat me! Anything, please!" Her cries
and words filled the whole house as she rigorously clawed at her breasts,
while her pussy was being teased by her daddy's thick cock head. Juices leaked
from her like from an open bottle.
His daughter's lewd words filled Angelo with incredible lust. He felt a great
sense of power overcome. In his possession he held the sexiest little thing
he'd ever seen, his own daughter. He had conquered her mind. Now she would
do anything that he wanted her to do, he was sure of it. He reached out with
one hand, wrapping it tightly around her shoulder, keeping a secure hold
on her as he finally nestled his cock head between her pussy lips, parting
them out wide, which caused Daniella to emit a loud groan. Her little fingers
tightened around her breasts as her tight, virgin, pussy was filled with
cock for the first time.
Angelo retreated his hips all the way back, and in one fluid motion, he slammed
them back into his little girl, tearing her hymen apart, eradicating any
remains of her virginity and innocence, and impaling her young, sexually
callow body upon his huge, majestic cock.
Daniella screamed out from the incredible pain of having her tight little
cunt penetrated for the very first time by such a huge cock. Her inner cunt
muscles instinctively contracted, trying to keep the cock out, but as her
daddy began to pound his hips back and forth, repeatedly assaulting her destitute
little pussy with his engorged, throbbing cock, her defences became useless,
and she gave into his vicious onslaught.
Despite the intense pain in her pussy, Daniella's sexual arousal was by no
means impeded. In fact, the pain in her abused cunt was serving to heighten
her arousal, causing her previous humping to become renewed with voracious
vigour.
Angelo pounded his little girl into the bed. His hands slid up along her
smooth body and mauled her tender, underdeveloped breasts in their tight
grip. Tears streamed down her face and her breath was coming out in sharp
pants, from the over stimulation of her fragile body. She grabbed onto her
daddy's arms, trying to pull him in closer, wanting to be filled completely
by his cock. At this point in time, Daniella thought she would never be complete
again without her father's cock buried deep inside her pussy. She had no
other purpose or desire to live for.
"Da...aaddy..." she managed to blurt out between gasps, "fuck...me...hard.
I... neeeed...it."
Angelo lowered himself over his daughter, crushing her beneath his large,
muscular body. He slid his hand over her face, pushing it into the bed, and
slipped his thumb inside her mouth, which she eagerly began to suck on. He
wrapped his other arm around her waist and proceeded to fuck her with all
his might. Driving his massive cock into her tight little cunt, which squeezed
around it and gushed with juices.
"You filthy little slut!" he yelled. "You deserve to be fucked and abused
day in, day out. You're good for nothing else, you hear me?"
"Yesss! Daddy, I'm your fuck pet. I deserve to be hurt."
With that Angelo slid his hand down the side of her slender body, squeezing
and kneading at her tender flesh, and then reached for her pelvis. As he
battered away into Daniella's pussy, he wrapped his thumb and forefinger
around her sensitive, throbbing clitoris and squeezed it hard, inducing a
loud wail from his daughter's delicate lips. The sudden shock of pain, combined
with nerve shattering pleasure, brought the little wanton slut over the edge
upon a euphoric high, causing a commotion of feelings and images to rush
through her young, whimsical mind. Her body shook violently, jerking with
uncontrollable spasms as thrust after thrust of thick cock meat filled her
gluttonous pussy.
Angelo could feel his entire cock being swallowed by his little girl's tight,
convulsing pussy as it squeezed his shaft with its powerful internal muscles.
His cock was engorged to the limit, with his balls threatening to burst at
any second.
The moaning of his slut daughter filled Angelo's ears with the words, "mmm...
Daddy... fucking very good... mmm... cock... I love cock..."
Angelo had originally intended to put his daughter in line, but he never
expected that she would turn into such a submissive little slut. Upon hearing
those words he seized her in his arms, lifting her fragile body off the bed,
and shot out globs and globs of cum, while his hips pounded away and his
cock jerked deep inside her soaking pussy. When his cock was completely emptied,
he simply put her back into bed, not bothering to cover her up, grunting
out "go to sleep, slut," and slammed the door shut on his way out.
Daniella lay there completely still and silent. She could barely breathe,
let alone move. Her pussy leaked with cum, but felt an awful emptiness. Pain
engulfed every part of her body. Without the sexual excitement to stimulate
her mind, a terrible thought now came into her head. What the hell had she
done? Was she crazy? She was a filthy animal and there was nothing she could
do about it.
These thoughts brought tears of despair, but she could not vocalise anything
except a dry squeak. This went on for some time until she finally cried herself
to sleep.
Daniella awoke in the morning with the light shining into her eyes. Bed covers
covered her body, and she wore a nightie and undies. She thought about the
events of the night, but realised that she could not work out what was real
and what wasn't. The African dog slave woman, her father's cruel words, his
massive cock splitting her pussy, the feeling of being completely humiliated,
it was all a blur. One thing was sure though, when she touched her pussy,
it still sent sparks of pleasure through her. The rest didn't matter so much,
at least not for the next fifteen minutes, during which her fingers played
with that little wet slit between her legs.
Part Two
After a little while longer of lying comfortably in bed, bathing in the sweet
afterglow of her orgasm, Daniella got up and went down to the kitchen, not
even bothering to change out of her night gown, or take a shower. The events
of the previous night were conveniently forgotten for the time being as she
skipped through the house, acting in her usual cheery self.
She walked into the kitchen to discover that all her family were already
up eating breakfast. It was not unusual for the Philleone family to be quiet
in the morning, however as Daniella sat down at the table, no one bothered
to look up, or even reply to her as she said good morning.
Her father Angelo read the newspaper and slurped at his espresso like he
did every other morning. Her mother simply looked down at her plate, while
quietly eating her bacon and eggs. Her sixteen year old brother was the only
one to even remotely acknowledge her presence. He nervously glanced at her
every now and then before looking back into his own plate.
Daniella looked at her family, from one face to another, trying to gauge
what they were thinking, and why they were acting this way. Her stomach began
to churn and she shifted around anxiously in her seat. The thought that her
Daddy might have told them about what happened began to torment her young,
fragile mind. This could be the only reason as to why they were all acting
this way, she thought. However, upon reflection, she remembered that her
daddy had forced himself on her and brutally raped her.
Why was she worried about him telling everyone what happened if she was the
victim? But then, why were they all treating her like it was her fault?
After pondering a little while longer, and aimlessly looking from one face
to another, Daniella decided to speak out, "what is going on here? Why isn't
anyone talking to me?"
No one said a single word; the only response being more nervous glances from
her brother. She looked him dead straight in the eyes, putting on her best
threatening expression. He couldn't look away when she did that, because
he felt guilty knowing what was about to befall her. So instead he matched
her expression with his own, and mouthed something, which could only be interpreted
as the word "slut".
Daniella gasped in shock and the churning feeling in the pit of her stomach
began to get worse. How dare he call her that? But that was exactly what
her father had called her last night. Well not exactly. His more precise
descriptions were "filthy little slut" and "desperate little bitch in heat".
The images came flooding back again into her mind with more vigour and vividness.
She remembered that she had been masturbating all night, and that at some
point her father caught her in the act. She remembered how he slapped her
and called her filthy names, saying that only animals do that kind of thing,
and then he made her promise that she would never act like a slut again.
Daniella subconsciously began to squirm in her seat as she recalled that
he had started touching her pussy and that she kind of liked it, but after
that her memory was a little hazy. All she could remember was that her hips
were thrusting forward uncontrollably and the warm glowing feeling that spread
throughout her entire body, the kind of feeling that was spreading through
her now as she pressed her legs together, squirming in her seat.
Her brother noticed his sister's strange behaviour, and when he finally realised
what she was doing he laughed out loud and repeated the word that he had
mouthed earlier, but this time with more conviction and quite audible, "you
slut!"
This brought Daniella out of her trance and made her realise that she was
visibly squirming in front of her family, who were all now gazing at her.
She looked at her brother again and gave him another angry look, but this
did not get rid of the arrogant, teenaged grin from his face. Her father
on the other hand, looked over at his son and scolded him, "I told you not
to pay any attention to the dog. She needs to be taught a lesson."
Daniella shrieked out in protest, "Daddy! Why are you doing this to me? I'm
not a dog. I didn't do anything wrong!" She was met by silence as all faced
turned away from her again. After a few minutes of suffocating stillness
Daniella was on the brink of tears.
She quickly jumped out of her seat and ran around to her father's side, trying
to get up onto his lap, hug him and cry into his shoulder like she always
did when she was upset. After all, Daniella was daddy's little girl. However,
a quick shove from daddy sent his little girl falling onto the floor, nightie
pooling up around her waist to expose her nearly transparent, cotton white
panties.
After laying on the floor for thirty seconds, balling her eyes out, trying
to recover from the immediate pain, she got up on hands and knees, and crawled
back over to her daddy, grabbing his leg with both arms and hugging it close,
while giving his thigh quick little kisses. "Daddy... please... I'm sorry.
I won't be naughty again. I'll be good, I promise."
Daniella desperately pressed herself against his leg, clutching to it as
hard as she could. Her budding little breasts rubbed against his hairy leg
through her sheer nightie, and her pelvis pressed against his ankle. The
contact made her feel good, relieving some, but not all of her anxiety, as
it reminded her that she was not alone. Being ignored was the worst thing
in the world for little Daniella. She wanted, in fact needed all the attention
she could get. Whether it was good or bad was not so important.
After about five minutes of whining, begging and clinging, Angelo calmly
put his newspaper down and looked down at her with an impassive face. He
stared at her for a few moments, watching her rub herself against his leg.
She returned his gaze with puppy dog eyes, little whimpers emanating from
her pouting lips, but continued to clutch at her father's leg, subtly trying
to rub herself against it. He wondered if she was even aware of what she
was doing, or if her hormones had taken her consciousness over completely.
Everyone was looking at her now, but only her father was aware of what she
was trying to do to his leg.
Finally he spoke, "It is good that you have found your rightful place on
all fours, you slut, but after last night's performance making anymore promises
is useless."
Daniella looked at him wide eyed and quickly backed off his leg, becoming
all too conscious of the connotations of what she was doing. She let out
a few whimpers and looked around at her mother, who timidly sat by her husband,
looking back at her half naked daughter. Turning her attention to her brother
didn't bring any sympathy either, as he only gazed at her lustfully with
a typical perverted, teenage grin on his face.
"It is good that you're not saying too much," said Angelo, "a stupid dog
like you can't possibly say anything intelligent."
That did it for Daniella. She was not a dog and she was determined to prove
it. Now that she had everyone's attention, she quickly stood back up and
began to speak. "I am NOT a-."
A quick slap from her father not only shut her up before she managed to utter
a full sentence, but also sent her tumbling back onto the floor, her back
hitting the fridge. Tears welled up in her eyes again and she hugged her
knees to her chest, trying to hide her face, but inadvertently exposing her
cute bottom and her panty clad little cunt.
"Who told you that you could get back up, slut?" Angelo roared angrily.
"No one, Daddy," replied Daniella while balling her eyes out and keeping
her face hidden.
"I told you slut, from now on you will be treated like a dog, a dog that
you admitted to being last night. That means crawling on all fours, and talking
only when spoken to."
Daniella raised her face to look up at her father, an expression of complete
horror overcoming her. He was standing up now, towering above her as she
sat back against the fridge with her knees drawn up beneath her chin. She
tried to speak but all that came out were little whimpers and cries.
"Look dad," said her brother Michael, "you can see right through her panties.
The little slut must have gotten wet while holding your leg."
Daniella looked over at her brother with that same expression of horror on
her face, not believing that her own brother would say such things about
her. Angelo snickered as he looked at Daniella's panties, seeing that his
son was right. Both of them grinned at her mockingly. Only her mother looked
concerned, still sitting back in her place like a dutiful wife.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me. I promise, I'll show you how
good I am. I won't get wet anymore!" Daniella finally managed to say between
tears and whimpers.
"Will you really?" remarked Angelo, before suddenly grabbing her by the arm
and dragging her out of her cocoon next to the fridge. Her body stretched
out on the floor, torso hanging limp from the arm as he held it tight. He
then reached down and scooped her up, lifting her up onto the table and laying
her flat across it with her legs dangling off the edge. Michael got up off
his seat to give his father some more space and looked down at his little
sister spread out on the table.
Angelo looked over at his wife and calmly said, "hold her arms above her
head."
Daniella didn't even think to struggle in the midst of her whimpers and tears.
However, upon hearing her father's words, she looked up into her mother's
eyes with her head laying flat on the table, and pleaded with a puppy dog
eyed expression and more whimpers for her mother to do something to stop
all this. Frieda stared back at her daughter's pleading eyes. She hated what
was going on, but what could she do?
She could not disobey her husband, especially considering her own history.
But even so, somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was right. She
knew that such a sexual appetite as she was witnessing in her daughter now,
and indeed in her own self, needs to be contained and disciplined.
So, ignoring her daughter's further pleas, and with one more demanding look
from her husband, she reached out, grabbed her daughter's hands and pinned
them down to the table above her head.
"Daddy, why are you doing this to me?" Daniella pleaded with a stutter amidst
her tears.
"Because that's what you asked for last night, slut."
"Noooooo! That's not true! I...I wasn't feeling well Daddy, I don't know
what came over me."
But her words now fell on deaf ears, as she obviously didn't know what she
wanted herself. Angelo pulled her nightie up to her waist, grabbed the band
of her drenched panties and roughly dragged them down her legs until they
fell from her feet onto the floor. Daniella tried to keep her legs closed,
but this only caused her to squirm absent-mindedly in front of her family.
After having masturbated for half the night, being fucked by her father,
masturbating again in the morning, not bothering to shower in the morning,
and now being in a constant state of arousal, Daniella was discharging a
particularly noticeable stench from between her legs, as her father forcefully
spread them open. Her entire family looked at her in disgust as she lay there
helpless and exposed.
She could even smell herself, so she knew why they were looking at her that
way. Her face burned red from humiliation, and since she practically couldn't
move at all, she did all she could, and that is whimper like the dog she
was
Her father chuckled mockingly and then bent down to pick up the panties.
He looked up at her again, holding up the saturated panties for her to see
and said, "open your mouth, slut."
Daniella quickly parted her jaw without protest, knowing full well that those
panties were going to end up in there. It wasn't even the threat of punishment
that made her comply so quickly, but rather being in this situation, it seemed
like doing as she was told was the natural thing to do.
Angelo plugged her mouth with the panties, giving her a taste of her own
used cunt. Daniella closed her mouth around her panties, biting down on them,
with only a little bit sticking out. She whimpered of course, but didn't
dare spit them out. Now, whimpering was certainly all she could do.
Angelo looked down at his handiwork, grinning at the sight of his own little
girl sprawled out on the table with her wet pussy completely exposed, and
cotton white panties emerging from her stuffed mouth as she sobbed pitifully.
Considering how wet she was, it wasn't certain whether the sobbing was an
indication of her suffering, or a response to being so embarrassed from everyone
seeing how turned on she really was. Either way, as his hand slid up along
her sticky, parted thigh, Daniella absentmindedly raised her hips, and as
soon as his palm pressed against her eager, twelve year old cunt, her sobbing
turned into a loud wail and her hips instantly responded by gyrating and
humping her cunt into his hand.
Frieda opened her mouth in shock as she stared at Daniella, no longer doubting
her husband's words that their daughter had become a complete animal. Michael
looked at his sister with wide eyes, also in disbelief, but mainly with lust.
His teenage cock had been throbbing all morning from the moment his father
told them about what happened in the middle of the night.
Daniella shook uncontrollably over the table as her father shoved his fingers
inside her leaking, desperate cunt. It was as if everything that happened
earlier had made her hungry for more. Prior to last nights events she had
certainly been addicted to masturbation, but now she craved it as if her
life depended on it. She looked around from one person to the next eyes glazed
over with lust. She sensed their gazes judging her, feeling humiliated beyond
belief, but all she could do was grunt each time her father sunk his fingers
deep into her pussy, and hump against his hand like a rutting bitch in heat.
Angelo spat at his daughter's lust contorted face as he rammed his fingers
in and out of her soaking pussy, demonstrating to his family what an animal
she had become and why he had to treat her the way he did last night.
Michael saw his dad as a role model for masculinity, so he followed suit
and also spat at his sister's face, yelling out, "you filthy slut! Dad was
right, you are an animal!" Daniella could only groan and continue bucking
her hips.
Angelo chuckled at this and said, "son, you can even slap the bitch if you
like. She certainly deserves it."
This encouraged Michael and made his cock throb harder. He walked up to the
side of the table, looking down at his sister's slime covered face with a
sadistic grin, and gave her a single, tentative slap. The slap actually came
out harder than he intended, frightening him for a moment. Her head snapped
to the side, leaving a red handprint, and she burst into tears. However,
no words of complaint left her lips and her hips never for a moment stopped
rising up to meet her father's thrusting fingers, which fed her craving pussy
the stimulation she so badly needed.
Michael felt a fire burning in his gut, giving him an incredible sense of
power as the abuse of his twelve year old sister was met with no resistance
or punishment. His father of course gave him an approving nod, but his mother
didn't even give him a displeased look as she usually did even for any minor
mistreatment of his sister.
Knowing that he could now do virtually anything that he pleased to her, Michael
raised his hand again and gave his poor little sister another few slaps across
the cheeks. Daniella looked up into her brother's eyes, saliva smeared all
over her face, seemingly trying to say something, but all she did was groan
some more. Her eyes were pleading for something, but with her body in spasms,
and her hips humping wildly, it was impossible to tell what she was pleading
for, so he simply grinned at her and gave her another slap.
Daniella groaned again and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her
body went into a series of convulsions and she slobbered at the mouth, while
her pussy gushed with globs of thick cum all over her father's hand. It was
as if her body ceased to be under the control of her mind, causing her nervous
system to go into a spastic fit from the overpowering orgasm.
Frieda quietly watched this horrific scene of her daughter being spat on
and beaten, and reduced to nothing more than an animal, while holding her
hands in place so that she doesn't fly off the table in the midst of her
convulsions.
She couldn't look up at her husband or her son, as she was too ashamed for
having no will power to stop this, but more to the point, for having such
a slut of a daughter.
What disturbed her most, however, is that she empathised with her daughter.
She wasn't sorry for her - she was envious. Her own pussy was gushing, and
only the corner of the table could provide some relief, because if her husband
or her son, or even her rutting bitch of a daughter had noticed the state
she was in, she would not be able to face them as a mother and wife ever
again.
Daniella mumbled and licked her lips, her eyes still shut, but her body now
lay calmly on the table, basking in the aftermath of her orgasm. As her eyes
began to open, and she realised that her entire family was gazing at her,
she became deathly pale and extremely self conscious of her physical condition.
Her legs were still parted obscenely wide, the air stinking heavily of her
cunt juice. Her nightie clung tightly to her body due to excessive sweat,
making it completely transparent so that wearing it had no use in keeping
her budding little breasts hidden. Her nipples stood out erect, poking through
the nightie, while her hair clung to her face from all the spitting and her
own slobber. To make matters worse, her panties were still shoved into her
mouth.
Three sets of eyes examined her body as if she were a juicy chunk of meat,
yet different thoughts were going through each mind. Daniella couldn't possibly
know what they were thinking, but all that came to her own mind was the semiconscious
dream she had last night about the African slave who had been treated like
a dog, and how she hungered to suck on a cock.
Her father's voice kept ringing through her head, 'filthy little bitch in
heat! filthy little bitch in heat! filthy little bitch in heat!' Her wet
panties were finally pulled out of her mouth, and then she instinctively
began to lick on a hand drenched with her juices as it was shoved in her
face. She was too dazed to question what was going on, and just kept on licking,
her panties covering her eyes.
Then, before she knew it, some other hand roughly grabbed a chunk of Daniella's
hair, her body was roughly pulled off the table and then carelessly flung
onto the floor, causing her to collapse in a heap.
Daniella felt her limbs throbbing, so she gradually spread them out and lay
flat on her back. She then lifted her head and saw her father towering above
her as she lay on the floor, helpless and completely at his mercy. Finally
she hear his voice again, not in her head this time, but loud and clear,
"you filthy dog! From this day forth, that is exactly how your family will
treat you. You are no longer our beloved daughter - you are an animal, a
slut, a dog. If you don't do as you're told, you will be punished."
Her body throbbed with pain all over as she listened to his words, but there
was one thing that provided her with some relief - her pussy. Her hand gradually
slid down her body and found her warm little hole, still slimy, and still
very sensitive to touch. In response to her father she simply whimpered and
said, "Yes Daddy," and then resumed rubbing her little cunt, only gently
this time; she didn't have the energy to cum again.
Daniella turned her face to look at her mother, who stared back at her daughter,
still in disbelief. Daniella pursed her lips together and pleaded with her
big brown eyes, while continuing to casually stroke her twelve year old cunt,
"mummy, I'm hungry." She said and licked her lips accordingly. Frieda looked
over at her husband, as if asking him permission to respond to their daughter's
request. He smiled at her, obviously glad that his treatment of their daughter
was met with approval. He walked over to the cupboard and took out a bowl.
It wasn't an ordinary bowl however, but rather a spare dog bowl for their
Rhodesian ridgeback they kept in a kennel out the back.
Daniella watched her father curiously, while rubbing her little cunt, as
he walked around her body, back to the table, carrying the dog bowl. He filled
it up with their left over breakfast, walked back around her body, ignoring
her completely, and then set the bowl under the sink. That is where their
pet Sultan used to eat when he was still a puppy. Daniella seemed to have
found a new source of energy, because as her father walked around the kitchen,
organising her food as if she really were a dog, her fingers began to thrust
in and out of her newly soaked pussy, and her whimpers now came out as moans,
filling the entire kitchen with her voice. Obviously being treated this way
is what made her cunt respond.
She looked around at her family with her lust glazed eyes. Both her brother
and mother were looking back at her in amazement, but obviously disgusted
by her shameless behaviour. However her father completely ignored her, walking
straight past her again after setting the bowl down as if she didn't exist.
She desperately wanted his attention; after all, she was Daddy's little girl,
and she loved him more than anyone else.
She franticly clambered on all fours after him, pussy leaking down her thighs,
whimpering in need and grabbing for his ankle. He simply wriggled his foot
loose of her and slapped her without any hesitation. She fell back on the
floor, stunned for a moment, but quickly got back on all fours to scamper
after him. He turned around to look at her, ready to strike again with his
hand raised. She paused, kneeling in front of his feet and looked up at him,
whimpering, but not saying anything - dogs don't talk.
He pointed to the food and said, "food, go, eat," making the terms as simple
as possible for her, then turned around and led his family out of the kitchen,
closing the door behind her.
After sitting there on all fours, baffled by what just happened, Daniella
suddenly realised that her pussy was still horny and wet. Something in her
head popped and she collapsed back on the ground again, legs wide open and
hand urgently rubbing her cunt. With her head back, she noticed her new dog
bowl lying beneath the sink, filled with the scraps from the table. She recalled
her father's command to go and eat, and let out a whimper, before trying
to slither along the dirty floor towards the bowl, one hand pulling along
the ground and the other still between her legs, hips humping against it.
Daniella was crying as she slithered along the ground like a worm. She couldn't
figure out how to get to the food quickly and continuing to rub her cunt
at the same time. Faced with this dilemma, it took her an entire ten minutes
to get from where she was to the bowl, humping desperately and grinding her
cunt against her drenched palm along the way. When she finally got there,
her face was covered in bliss, her eyes staring wide at the appetising food
scraps. She didn't dare use her hands, after all, what dogs do? So, with
her ass slightly in the air, resting on her knees and shoulders,
Daniella put her face into the bowl and began to chew on the left over omelette,
sausages and boiled egg. Both hands pressed up against her pussy, humping
wildly. Finally she could satisfy both her pussy and her tummy at the same
time.
For a moment Daniella thought about getting off her knees and eating the
food with her hands, like normal people, since no one could see what she
was doing to punish her. However, when she began to picture what she must
look like, kneeling there in front of the bowl, using only her face to scoff
the food into her mouth, humping frantically like a bitch in heat to satisfy
those urges, a shudder went through her body, and she collapsed with her
face in the bowl, hands between her legs, her entire body a mass of palpitating
flesh, convulsing all over the floor until she finally passed out.
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