And she was a virgin!
Phil felt his cock go rigid, harder than ever. He'd never dreamed it could happen! His own fucking daughter! Begging for his cock!
Look at her staring at my fucking dork! Thirteen years old, whipped, bleeding… and she wants my damned prick up her virgin snatch!
Phil fondled the riding crop, thinking. He glanced back at June – she was still out – and Lynn couldn't take much more whipping before she'd faint, too.
Now was the time.
Now was the right time to fuck his daughter!
CHAPTER FOUR
Lynn lay on the floor, drenched through, her clothing clinging tightly to her trim body, her dress open and exposing her well filled bra, one cup ripped, one nipple bloodied. She ached and hurt in every joint, every muscle.
And she was scared. Scared that nobody was going to come to her rescue until she had been dead for weeks!
She promised herself once again that she would never do this to herself again – knowing in her heart that it was a self-deluding lie.
As painful as this was, it was twice as exciting! As much as she ached, she longed for more!
But right now – Oh! How badly she had to piss! Lynn breathed raggedly through her nose as she shut her eyes tightly and clenched her thighs, locked them, shut her pisshole tight – but, oh, how it hurt!
She knew she would never be able to hold it, and with that thought, she lost control, relaxed, and let out a long moan of relief as she felt the hot liquid squirt in brief spurts, then gush from her hole, flooding her panties and her thighs and her stocking tops and her tummy and the entire front of her pretty white uniform – her brand new nurse's dress.
The flood of piss gushed loudly from her cunt, soaking her thoroughly, the strongly acrid stench of her fluid making her snort and toss her head about.
But the river finally stopped, and the piss began to cool quickly, chilling her thighs and belly.
The rug beneath her was soaked, too, and she rolled away from it a little bit, wiggling on her belly until she could see the wide wet stain.
And then she inched herself forward, wetting her large tits in the squishy pool of piss on the soggy rug. She lowered her pretty face into it, stroking the rug with her cheeks, wetting her face with her own cold pin.
She wished she hadn't gagged herself so tightly. Maybe she could have worked it free, and right now she could be enjoying the taste of her pin, lapping it from the roughly textured rug with her soft warm tongue.
Julie walked down the hallway toward the exit, and as she passed the small room with the cold food machines, she heard her name called.
"Julie! Over here!"
It was Susan, her girlfriend from school. Julie slipped into the chair on the opposite side of the table from Susan and accepted the half-sandwich the other girl offered.
"Thanks. I didn't realize how hungry I was." Susan was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes glittering with the joy of secret. Julie wondered what was up.
"What's got you so happy, Suzie?" Susan's grin broadened. "You'll never guess!"
Julie chewed her sandwich for a moment, looking right into Susan's eyes. She saw something there – something that reminded her of her own secret joy – and suddenly she gagged on the half chewed mass of bread and meat in her mouth.
She knew!
"Suzie!" she gulped, then lowered her voice to a whisper, and leaned across the table. "You've just been… fucked!"
Susan was shocked.
"How… how did you… how can you tell?" Julie grinned. She straightened back up on the chair and swallowed down the piece she'd been chewing.
"A lucky guess," she offered.
"Like hell!" Susan said, her voice low and urgent. "Tell me how you knew! Does it show in my face?"
Julie laughed as she watched her friend touch her cheeks, feeling for something that would reveal her secret.
"Your eyes, silly! They tell me you are very happy… in exactly the same way I am!"
It took Susan a moment to comprehend what she'd just been told, but when she did, she had to spit out the sandwich in her mouth or gag.
"You, too? Today?"
Julie nodded. "I was raped," she said casually. "About ten minutes ago."
"God! Did it hurt?"
Julie held up her wrists, twisting them, showing off the raw red rings around the sore flesh.
"My ankles look just like this!" she said, almost gleefully.
"Wow!" Susan gasped. She kept her voice very low. "What did it feel like… being raped?"
Julie frowned for a second, considering. "It hurt… at first. It hurt like hell when he… when he went into me. But after a while it felt better… and then it felt… fantastic!"
"Were you a… virgin?" Susan asked, her eyes wide.
Julie nodded, shoved the last of the sandwich in a to her mouth, and brushed her hands together.
"God! And he raped you! Who did it to you, Julie?"
Julie gulped down the bread and took a drink of Susan's Coke.
"Promise you won't tell?" she asked. "You bet!"
The two girls shifted their chairs closer together. Julie pointed out through the glass door.
"He did!"
Susan twisted her neck to see. Dr. Fox! Yes, he would be just the one to do it, too. The creep!
"Are you going to report him?" Susan asked, turning back to her friend.
"I don't know. Actually, it felt pretty good, after I got used to the pain, and being stretched out like that… and that awful stuff he gave me to drink!"
Susan could only sit there and shake her head in wonder. Raped? Fantastic! That was better than her own story, by a mile!
But Julie was interested.
"How about you? Were you raped, too?"
"Naw… I've been meeting Dr. Johnson sometimes during the past few weeks, and today we finally made it!"
"Where?"
"In one of the patient's bathrooms. It was freaky. Ken is such a great fucker. But I was scared we were gonna be found."
"Were you a virgin?" Julie asked.
Susan nodded.
"Yes… both places!"
Julie jerked her head up at that! So, Susan did have something to tell her friend!
"Yeah! He fucked my pussy while we were standing up… just backed me up against the wall and shoved his cock right up my cunt! It was unbelievable! He was soooo fucking gooood!"
Susan sat for a moment, remembering the beauty of her first fuck, and Julie thought about being tied down and raped.
"But then what happened?" Julie said, breaking their reveries.
"Oh! He made me… kneel down in front of him… and…"
Julie's eyes went very wide!
"And he made me… suck his cock!" Susan finished.
Julie was stunned! That was what Carl had been wanting to make her do, at the end. Suck his fucking prick! And Susan had already done it with Dr. Johnson!
"How… was it?"
"Mmmmmmm…" Susan said, licking her lips and smiling as she sat back in the chair and locked her fingers behind her neck. As she took up this pose, her tits jutted outward, puffing out the front of her Candy Striper uniform. Julie sighed and felt her mouth watering.
Julie had always had a thing for Susan. Julie knew that she would have to experience a girl – or a woman – before she would ever be satisfied that the best way was man and woman. But at least she now had one half of the material she needed to make a comparison. She looked longingly at Susan's thrusting tits, outlining in her mind's eye the beautiful nipples confined inside the other girl's tight bra, and dreamed of tying Susan down to Dr. Fox's wonderful examination table.
And Susan watched Julie, smiling and arching her back a bit more, accenting the upthrusting mounds under her blouse. She knew exactly what her friend was thinking – and she had been hoping for several months that they would find the time and the opportunity to try some simple experiments with each other.
Susan felt the same way about Julie that Julie felt about Susan.