In a fog of lust, Phil slowly reached out and took a handful of Lynn's blouse – she hadn't even changed after coming home – and pulled the teen closer to his huge body. The top three buttons popped off instantly, revealing the teen's tight white training bra, the delightfully full cups heaving hard with each breath the girl took.
"You… little… bitch!" Phil shouted into her face.
"Please, Dad!" Lynn cried, not having the slightest idea of what to say to her father to protect herself.
Phil clutched the front of her blouse tighter, puffing the material tightly around her throat and cutting off her air.
"Don't… Dad… me!"
He slapped his face palm hard across Lynn's face, slamming her head aside.
"Owwwwww!" the girl cried, and immediately felt her head jerk to the other side as Phil backhanded her.
Weeping, Lynn suddenly felt herself being stripped.
It happened suddenly and violently, her father ripping her blouse open and yanking it back off her shoulders, jerking it down her arms and off her wrists, the cuff-buttons popping.
Lynn had no choice but to let it happen to her. But she felt the trickling down her legs again, only more of the fluid this time, and the itching was becoming very strong.
And as her father continued stripping her, Lynn found herself enjoying it! She sniffled as her body was bared, but her heart betrayed her excitement at being naked in front of her dad.
Phil grabbed the front of the girl's bra – right between the cups – and forced his fingers under the material, curled and locked them, then pressed his other hand against Lynn's bared chest and throat, his thumb poking her throat and hurting. And then he simply pulled the bra off her body, snapping the straps by pure animal strength.
Her tits popped into view, sweetly rounded, firm and full – like twin melons.
"Dad!" Lynn wailed, lifting her hands to cover her tits.
"Shut your trap, you fucking bitch!" Phil yelled at her, backhanding her face again, sending her into a shuddering sobbing fit.
Phil knelt quickly in front of the girl and tore at the cloth belt around her slender waist. He popped open the button at the side of her skirt and ripped the zipper down, yanking the loosened material down her long slim legs. He reached back up and grabbed the sides of her thin cotton panties at her hips, then yanked them down.
Lynn was left standing there, her palms cupping her tits, tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto her wrists – stripped of every stitch of her clothing except for her white knee socks and her black patent leather shoes.
Her father liked the way she looked, dressed in nothing but her shoes and socks.
He grabbed her upper arm and forced her to walk quickly over to a tall pole nailed to the wall. In front of the pole was a low platform, and Phil made her step up onto it, standing with her feet together.
"Put your arms up over your head!"
Hesitantly, not wanting to uncover her boobs, Lynn finally got her arms raised over her head. She watched, blinking back her tears and sniffling, as her dad clamped her thin wrists into a pair of waiting iron cuffs, locking the cuffs tightly around her soft skin.
Lynn was hanging almost free of the platform, her legs straining on tiptoes, her naked body stretched taut for her father's eyes.
Phil pushed a hidden button and a grinding machine went on, and slowly – very slowly – Lynn felt her body being stretched even more, felt her toes leave the wooden platform. She swung free, dangling by her captured wrists.
"Ohhhhh… Dad! It hurts! Ohhhh!"
She groaned and whimpered as her shoulders cracked with the twisting agony and strain of her full weight.
Her long legs flailed the air for a moment, but Phil quickly put an end to the teen's useless struggles. He wrapped several turns of heavy chain around her ankles, pulling it tight and forcing it deep into her skin, right through her socks. Then be wrapped a couple of more turns around her legs, just above her dimpled bare knees.
Finally, he hooked the free end down to a hook on the platform, anchoring her in place between the floor and the ceiling.
He stepped back to view his handiwork. How beautiful the woman was! Her fresh body was straight and taut, her tits squashed flat against her ribcage, her pretty puffy cunt-mound partially hidden between her tightly locked thighs.
"Ohhhh, Dad! Let me down! It hurts! It HURTS! Please, let me down!"
Phil grabbed her nipple and squeezed, and Lynn threw her head back, her long hair swinging down her back as she shook her head wildly with the unbearable pain in her nipple.
"AAAGGRRRFF… NOOOOO!"
She gasped as he released her, sucking in air as though it were her last breath.
"No more, Dad! Please, no more!" Phil ignored her pleas, hearing instead the rising sexuality in her voice.
Why, this little bitch was really digging this! He went back and picked up the riding crop, then walked back toward the chained teen, grinning wickedly and slicing the whip through the air so she could hear it whistle.
"I'm gonna whip you, Lynn, baby doll! Gonna whip them sweet knockers of yours… just like your mom's… all nice and bloody!"
Lynn pulled back in her chains, trying to back away from her father as he neared her, whipping the crop back and forth in front of her face.
"Noooooo…" she whimpered weakly, "Nooooooo…"
She closed her eyes.
The whip sung through the air, slashing into her bare thighs!
Her gasp was loud, involuntary: "AHHHGG!"
The whip struck her again, this time across her tits, and Lynn had never felt such burning pain – and such a deep burning glow in the pit of her cunt.
Her scream of pain was mingled with a cry of pleasure, but she was only barely aware of it. Her mind was fighting with the horror of being whipped by her dad and the delighted excitement she felt in his complete attention.
He sliced the whip into her unprotected tummy. Lynn tried to double over with the fire across her stomach, but the chains prevented any movement like that – she could only grit her teeth and gasp and throw her beautiful hair all over the place.
She had taken her mother's place!
Her cunt oozed juice, and her nipples swelled to gigantic size, tingling with a strange aching – a longing to feel the direct blows of the whip.
And she suddenly realized that she wished her legs were untied – so she could spread them apart – and offer her bare cunt to her dad's whip!
She fought her chains as he whipped her body, lashing her body, making her sweat up a storm.
"Dad…" she murmured, her head rolling limply on her pulled shoulders. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she forgave him for hurting her so badly, that she'd let him do anything to her – hurt her, hurt her.
"Don't… hurt… hurt… meeeee."
It was a tiny little whisper of a whine. Phil only barely heard the words.
His cock was standing up straight, pointing the way to Lynn's clenched cunt!
"What did you say, baby doll?"
Lynn lifted her head. Long strands of hair clung to her face, stringy with her sweat.
She looked at her lusty father. His cock was massive, and once she found it with her eyes, she couldn't look away, couldn't see anything else in the room.
She gulped as he repeated his question, accenting it with a stroke of the crop to her hip.
Lynn jerked weakly in her bonds, and she felt a warm trickle of blood sliding down her arm from her raw wrist.
She kept her eyes on that cock.
"What did you say, you fucking girl!"
Lynn wet her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat. She tried to say it again.
"Hurt… Dad… hurt… hurt me. Hurt me. Hard."
Phil stared at the girl. She was incredibly beautiful. Her body was perfect. And she was offering to let him – begging him – to hurt her, use her body for his own pleasure.