Faster and faster she was fucked between the tits. It seemed the ultimate degradation to her. To be fucked as she was. It was certainly proof that he was just using her for his own pleasure, that any feelings he might have had about her were long gone.
"Hhhhhhaaaaaa! he cried.
Jim shot out of his cock and splattered on her face. Her father grabbed his cock and aimed the stream of come into her gagged mouth, making her shudder as the ropy strands landed on her lips and teeth. Her father was grinning cruelly as he realized she hated what he was doing to her.
I'd like to get off in your mouth, whore, he said, his voice as cold as it had been since he'd forced her into the room. But you might bite me.
I would, too, Lyn swore. If I ever get a chance. I'll bite your fucking cock off.
He moved away from her body, caught her ankles and turned her over again. Then his hand were on her sore buttocks, pushing the firm cheeks away from each other. What was he going to do now? Lyn asked herself.
All at once, she knew. He was going to fuck her in the ass hole! He was going to do to her what Willie had threatened to do! She made a desperate effort to get away from him, but he slammed a fist into her side and knocked the wind out of her.
Her body was limp as he lifted her hips high in the air and shoved her legs under her, so her buttocks gets elevated. She was start trying to get her breath back when he spread the cheeks of her ass agiun and crawled on his knees behind her.
Nnnoooo! Lyn pleaded as she felt the head of his cock press between her firm buttocks. Her plea were ignored and she cringed as she felt her father press his cock-head to the puckered hole of her shitter.
His other hand went under her, clutching her tightly. He used one hand to hold his cock in place as he pushed forward and the other arm dragged at her body, trying to pull her asshole onto his cock.
Lyn wiggled her butt frantic any an effort to prevent her father's dick from entering her asshole.
Then he grabbed her cunt-mound and clit and squeezed as hard as he could. Involuntarily, Lyn hunched backward to get away from the pain.
"Aaaaahhhhh! he cried as the spongy head of his cock forced itself into her asshole. it felt as if he was going to split her in half. the pain she had felt before was nothing compared to what she felt as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into her ass hole. She was no longer able to move, no longer able to do anything but sob brokenly as her father forced his cock into the tightness of her virgin shitter.
He was still squeezing her upper cunt and now he reached the other hand under her and caught a dangling tit, then started digging his fingers into it.
When Frank squeezed her tits, Lyn liked it, but Frank didn't try to hurt her. Her father was doing his utmost to make this the most agonizing experience she had ever had.
"What the hell are you carrying on so far?" he demanded. "Don't try to tell me that you've never had a cock up your bung-hole before."
Lyn knew he woouldn't believe her, but she nodded her head violently andyway.
"Well, shit, you mean I am getting one of your cherries?" he chortled. "Didn't think you had any left, whore."
His cock sawed in and out of her ass with such force that he dragged her asshole out of shape each time he pulled back. His nails raked her dagling tits and clawed at her cunt and Lyn sobbed in despair, sure that she wuld nerer want sex with anyone again. Then Frank wouldn't want to keep her around and there would be no place for her to go. At that moment, if shw could have died, she;d have done so willingly.
She lost track of time. All that existed ws the terrible pain in her body and the awful sawing of her father's stiff cock in and out of her abused asshole. She knew, form her experience with Frank, that it would be a long time before he could cum again and shw was certain that her would batter and ream her asshole until he did coum again.
He was huffing nad wheezing, but showing no signs of ceasing his terrible rape of her ass. Lyn bowed her head and let him have his way with her, since there was nothing shw could do to prevent, or avoid, the slick cock from running in and out of her tormented asshole.
I'll fix you, you bastard, shw swore to her self. I'll make you sorry that you're doing this to me.
His belly slammed into ehr upturned buttcocks each time he drove his cock into her shitter. Then, without warning, he stiffened. "Uunnnnhhh! Uuuuunnnhhhh!" he gasped in a tortured voice.
To her surprise, his cock pulled out of her asshole. Then she heard a dull thump. For a moment she stayed as she was, sure that it was some sort of trick. Then shw heard a eeak voice calclass="underline" "Help me, baby."
She turned around and looked at her father, who was on his back on the floor, his face ashy and his hands clutching his chest.
"Heart…" he gasped. "I…I'm having… a heart… attack. Help me."
"Why?" she asked coldly. She crawled off the bed and went to the corner, where she picked up her clothes and started to dress again.
"I'm your father," he groaned, trying to lift his head to see what she was doing.
"You're the man that just beat me and raped me,"she replied.
She walked over to the chair where he'd dropped his jacked and picked up the will he'd shown her, then stuck it in her skirt, under the tanktip. God, she thought, he looks like he's going to die. And I hope he does.
"Don't le… leave me," he pleaded.
She stood over him, watching his face lose color.
He was making pawing motions at her, as if urging her to go for help. Gradually, the waving hand dropped to the floor and the heaving of his chest subsided.
Lyn waited a couple more minutes before easing the door open and slipping out of the room.
"Where've you been?" Frank asked as Lyn entered the apartment.
"Oh, Frank, it ws terrible!" she cried, running to him and throwing her arms around him as shw broke into tears.
"Hey, honey, what's the matter?" he asked, cradling her against his chest and stroking her hair. "What happened?"
"Daddy. He… he dragged me into his motel and wh.. whipped me… and.. and… then he raped me and.. he fucked me in the ass, Frank!" she wailed.
"I'll kill him, " frank swore angrily. He led her to a chair and seated her. "Where is this motel? I'll go voer there and whip him, let him see what it's like."
"I… I think he's dead," Lyn sobbed.
"What? Lyn, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" she cried, then subsided into a fit of hiccupping. When she had finally regained her composure, she recounted the entire story to him, ending with: "And then I came over here and used the phone at the end of the streeto to call the police and tell them where to find him.
"Would you go over there and see if he's really dead? I'm scared somebody might have seen me leaving and would recognize me."
"Sure, honey, I'll go," Frank assured her. "Will you be okay?"
She nodded. "I… I'm okay now. I just want to get into a hot tub and see if I can soak the aches out. Where he hurt me."
She was still in to tub when Frank returened. Even before he siad anythign, she read the expressingon his face and knew that her father was dead.
"The policeman I tallked to said they got an anonymous tip but that he was dead when they got there. They're not going to look for whoever it was that called, " he added. "They were taking him away as I got there."
Lyn smiled, hoping that he wouldn't think her unfeeling. But whatever feelings she might have had for her father had disappeared when he'd started hurting her, and the fact that he had raped her and made sure that any good feelings she might have had for him wouldn't return.
"What're you goign to do now? he asked her as she stepped form the tub. He took a large towel and wrapped it around her, then began stroking her lightly as he dried the water form her dody.
"I guess I have to go back to Pennsylvania and prove that I'm his heir," she said. "And see if I can't get Joyce out of the house."