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Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Brian stands there monetarily shocked, the slap being far less then he’d receive in any fight, but the audacity of it causing him to hesitate. Still when he brings his hand up to his face, and feels the blood on his fingers, the anger in him continues to escalate. A few people in the past knew how to push is buttons, and most knew better than too. Still this little girl was doing an excellent job stroking his rage. Obviously the little bitch was begging for some serious punishment, and he was now more than ready to administer it.

Taking a few puffs of his cigarette, he soon follows her back to living room, where he sees her in the kitchen dumping his beer down the sink, just before she tries some.

Why you shit for brains!

He rushes in to the kitchen, where she is pouring the last beer down the sink. Grabbing her by the wrist he turns it hard, causing her body to twist and collapse at his feet, the beer can sent flying. A malevolent smile sweeping across his face, as his stands over her, his free hand grabs the cigarette, it tip again red. Staring down at her with his dark brown eyes full of rage, little droplets of blood trickling down his face.

I teach you what happens to a stupid cunt like you.

Still holding her wrist in his strong grip, he attempts to press and hold the burning cigarette against her arm. The intent clearly to burn and scald her exposed flesh.
 
She flinches some as he makes his way into the kitchen, but continues to pour his beer down the drain. She screams softly as he grabs a hold of her wrist, making her fall to her knees, hunched over some in the empty beer cans as she held her wrist. She looks up at him with fear in her eyes as she saw the smile spread across his face. She flinches roughly as he leans down, once he pressed the cigarette to her soft smooth skin, she screams loudly in pain, quickly yanking her arm away.

She holds her burnt arm as she looks up at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" She screams as she backs up some, the sound of beer cans scratching against the floor as she moves away. She quickly gets up and walks past him, hiting her shoulder against his as she bumps past him and walks over to the house phone. "I'm calling the cops." She glares at him and takes the phone off the hook.
 
Brian wasn’t having anymore of this bullshit, and was done taking shit from this defiant little bitch. Seeing her heading for the phone and the word cops was more than enough for him to forget any semblance of treating her like his daughter.

Oh no you don’t!

He said as he leaped for the phone. With out even thinking he tears it from the wall, and tosses it across the room. The phone quickly discarded he faces her straight on, his eyes burning with anger. Later he would be thankful, he had a cell phone.

Brains large rough hand reaches out and wraps itself around her neck as he shoves her against the wall from which the phone once was connected. With his weight pressing against her he froths with fury. His free hand reaches down to his pant leg, were he has a knife strapped to his leg, a convenient necessity born of living and working on the street. Pulling up the pant leg he withdraws the knife from its sheath.

If you ever try to call the cops again cunt, I’ll kill you.

He pulls the knife holding it for her to clearly see, the sharp blade but and inch or two from her face. He casually turns it in his hand with an expert motion.

Remember this you are worth far more to me dead than alive.
 
Nicole flinches roughly as he reaches for the phone before pulling it completely off the wall. She stares at the small hole in the wall with shock in her eyes. She looks back at him as she only sees his hands coming to her throat, before she knew it, she was pinned roughly against the wall, making her shake with fear. She looks down as she sees him reach for his pants leg before her eyes grow wide with fear seeing the knife. She whimpers softly as she watches him move the sharp blade close to her face, making her stay as still as possibly. She nods lightly, looking straight at the knife. "Y-Yes sir." She mummbles, waiting for him to move the blade away from her face.
 
The blade's silvery tip, twinkles just a bit, as he turns it in his hand. The other rough hand continues to hold her about the neck, as the forearm runs down the center of her chest. His strong arm continues to push her against the wall. The intensity of his stare continues, as does the ferocity level of his anger.

I’m no fucking sir. Look you stupid cunt, I know how to deal with a bitch like you. You’re nothing special; you’re no different than any of my other whores.

One of his legs pushes its way between her, splitting her legs apart. Brian’s hot breath with the faint smell of beer on it cascades across her face as he talks. The odor of his sweaty body wafting up to fill her nostrils, as he looks into her eyes with fury. The rooms already warm temperature seems to rise with the proximity of their bodies. The blade of his knife sliding along the soft flesh of her neck and then down to the thin material of her top, where the tip teases the fabric.

Are you going to be a good girl and make your daddy happy? Or am I going to have to punish you?
 
She flinches again, staring at him nervously. Her hands rest on his arm that was holding her neck. She stares back at him, fear in her eyes as she keeps her eyes locked on him. She blushes and spreads her legs some as he forces his leg through hers. Her legs lock tightly on his, not wanting to spread her legs anymore for him. "I'll make my daddy happy. I dont need a punishment." She smiles innocently before she feels the knife rub against her soft neck, making her tilt her head to the side some. "W-What do you want from me?" She raises her voice in a slight panic, feeling the blade tease her thin shirt.
 
Good, very good.

His voice is deep and resonating. Even now he could feel the softness of her body as he presses against her, the fear and panic was for him exhilarating. Beneath the arm that held her neck, he could feel the rise and fall of her chest.

Then you’ll just need to learn to make your daddy happy, and not mad.

The blade slips past the t-shirt, the tip occasionally snagging the fabric. The knife continues downward, till the side of the cold metal blade can be felt on her exposed leg.

I like girls that make me happy.

For a moment his anger ebbs, as new possibilities come to mind for what he could do with the little bitch and most were far from decent, and were morally reprehensible. Though none bothered him in the least. Just as suddenly as he’d grabbed her, he releases her. Briefly turning away, he walks over to the front door and locks it from the inside with a key, as he does so he speaks almost casually and with calmness that seemed, forced.

Then let’s see what you got baby, that’s going to make your daddy happy.
 
Nicole shakes even more as she feels the knife run down the front of her shirt. She stays still as she keeps her eyes locked on his until she feels the cool blade of the knife run against her smooth leg. She blushes and begins to pull away, just for a second as she looks back up at him, calming her struggles before he could get angry again. She flinches some as he releases her and walks to the front door. She watches, steping away from the wall as she sees him lock the front door with a key. She bites her lower lip nervously and steps back a bit. "What do you mean, Daddy?" She stares at him shyly, losing all her fight, at the moment at least.
 
Brian was happy now that she couldn’t leave, it would limit her ability to run. Turning to face her, he was surprised by her timid look, as she asked what he meant. The way she said it reminded him of the way his whores would play the game with their johns. He couldn’t help but have an evil smile cross his face, thinking about much she might earn as one of his bitches, with a body and looks like hers. With a little work, and some new clothing she’d be a good money earner.

I think you know what I mean.

In a fashion that could only be considered vulgar, he reaches down and begins to rub the front of his own crotch. The action neither hidden nor disguised, his eyes now begin to undress her. Cause he now had every intention of finding out what was beneath those jeans and t-shirt.

Come on show daddy, what you got and daddy will show you what he’s got.

The words were by their very nature lewd, and combined with his own stroking, could only mean one thing…
 
She watches as he eyes her, making her even more shy. She looks down to his crotch as she sees his hand rub himself. She blushes and steps back again, shaking her head. "No! Your my Father!" She demands. She suddenly felt like she wasnt wearing enough to cover herself up. Feeling his eyes wonder down her body, she looks over at the door, knowing he was the only one who had the key.

She bites her lower lip nervously. "Daddy, Please, I just want to take a nap or something." She crosses her arms feeling uncomfortable.
 
The girl backs up, which was expected, and he was ready to chase if she ran. Watching her he could just see the outlines of her feminine form hidden beneath her shirt, and he wanted to see more.

You don’t want to make you daddy unhappy do you?

Brian begins to advance across the room towards her, his hulking figure drawing closer, the hunger in his eyes clear as he closed with her. He’d show her the special way he dealt with insolent little bitches like her. Her mention of being his daughter, seemed to have no impact on him.

Don’t worry it doesn’t bother me, and I know how to treat a girl right.

Even now the weapon in his pants began to stir, as he continued to crudely stroke it through his jeans.

I’m gonna show you how I made your mamma happy.

The tone no emotion, and was matter of fact, as he came closer.
 
As he begins to get closer, she backs up even more until she hits the wall. She stares at him before looking over at the hall to her room. When she looked back at him, she saw that he was still rubbing himself through his jeans. "I dont want to make Daddy unhappy, Im just a little tired, so..." She then quickly takes off to the hall. As she runs past him, she pushes him as hard as she possibly could, knowing he was going to try to stop her.
 
Brian just knew she was going to run, most all of them tried. Still he’d let her make the effort, if for no other reason then he enjoyed the chase. So she slips by and heads down the hallway as fast as her feet will carry her. Brian just laughs because of the futility of the effort. Her room had no door, and she wasn’t going to be able to close his before he got there.

Oh, I don’t think you that tired baby! So where do you think you’re going?

Brian was ready to insert his foot into the doorway of his own door, just before it closes. Even with his bulk, he was still quick when he needed to be. Just the thought of what he was going to do to this little cunt was getting him hard. It had been a while since he had broken a bitch in; it was something he rather enjoyed.
 
Nicole runs to her room and struggles to close the door. Once she saw her father's foot in the doorway, she runs quickly to her bed. She stares over at him as she hugs herself on the bed. "Why are you doing this, Daddy?" She stares at him with fear in her eyes, obviously shaking in fear. She pulls her pillow into her lap as she keeps her eyes on him. She had no idea what was going to happen, but some how, she knew it was going to be bad, anything with her father wasn't ever good.
 
There huddled amongst a pile of cute cuddly animals, was his very own daughter, whimpering and whining for an answer. Brian wasn’t bothered in the slightest, and knew the stuffed animals and pillow would offer no defense against him. He’d broken her mother in, though she put up little resistance, and so many others, that this girl being his daughter meant nothing. So her cries fell on deaf ears. His hulking form pushed into the room and just continued to advance, for she had no way to stop him.

Why, because I want to, that’s why! Why the fuck do you think you are here, to give me shit and spend my money, well fuck you cunt.

The darkness filling his eyes, and the harshness in the tone of his voice leaves no doubt that he wasn’t to be trifled with. In a fluid motion his large hand reaches out and grabs the pillow Nicole was hiding behind and tosses it to the corner of the room.

You better open you eyes little girl, and see what the real world is like, before it eats you alive. I’m here it protect you baby remember that. I take care of my girls.

His masculine aroma, from the sweat on his body filling the room with a pungent odor, as he fills her field of view. Standing now directly in front of her, the bulge in his pants, now obvious as he leers down at the small girl in the most lascivious lecherous manner imaginable, giving little doubt that his intent was something far less than honorable.
 
Nicole whimpers even louder as he enters the room and makes his way towards her. She screams shortly and quietly as he rips the pillow from her small hands. She moves her hands up to shield herself. Once she looked down at the budge that was close to being eye to eye with her, She blushes and looks back up at him, scooting to the back of her bed. "Daddy please! I'm a virgin, You cant do this, I'm saving it for my husband!" She demands, picking up a small teddy bear and throwing at him. Her attempt of throwing her stuffed animal at him failed, flying right past him. She whimpers and holds herself as she stares at him, unable to move, now paralyzed with fear and shock. Her father had no shame at all, he was going to do what ever he planned with her, and there was nothing at all she could possibly do to stop him.
 
Brian came up short shocked by the girl’ admission of being a virgin.

Well shit girl, I didn’t know there were any left! Fuck what rock have you been hiding under and you haven’t got any dick?

Truly Brian was stunned, most girl in the projects knew how to suck cock by the time they turned twelve, and riding it hard and heavy by thirteen. Fuck little Cindy one of his other girls, was a total professional before she hit fourteen. Still Brian realized that this was something very unique that he had to take special care with it. He reaches down to tenderly strokes the side of her face with the back of his hand.

Don’t you worry baby, your daddy will get someone special to help you with your problem. Now why don’t you get out of those cloths real nice like and show your daddy what you been hiding.

Brian crosses his arms reaching down and drawing his own t-shirt up and off. With the shirt gone, Nicole could see his torso covered in a series of detailed tribal patterns that gave him an almost primal look. The tattoos moved and shifted as his muscular tone body moved and flexed. The t-shirt is just tossed to the side, he returns to the young girl cornered on her bed, and smiles.
 
She blushes some as she stares at him, hugging a small stuffed animal. She watches as he removes his shirt, staring at his chest with awe. She hugs her toy harder as he smiles at her. "Daddy no, I don't want to lose my virginity, I want to save it. Please, at the very least you could respect that and leave me alone. I wont call the cops or anything, I wont tell anything what your doing. Please daddy?" She stares at him as she pleads with him, fear still locked in her eyes.

As she waits for his answer, she blushes even more, shaking some as she begins to imagine what he would do to her. He had no guilt what so ever, he didn't give a damn if she was his own flesh and blood. Apparently, he just say her as another money earner for him to have a little fun with, no matter how terrified she was.
 
[Oops sorry for the text color last post. Was tired and didn’t double check. Fixed!]

Hahahaha, don’t worry baby, I’m not going take your virginity, well at least not the one your worried about.

The tone was so far from reassuring it was scary.

See I only respect the bitches that do what I tell them to. They learn quickly to obey, or they suffer the consequences, just like you’re gonna.

He draws the knife back out of its leg sheath, that he’d so recently put away, while his other hand swiftly reaches out to grab her shirt. Brian's whole body shifts forward, as he kneels on the bed, closing the distance between them. He ignored the stuffed animal and the girl’s resistance, as the knife sawed away tearing the material from her body.

Call the cops cunt, and by the next day you’ll be suffering from lead poisoning.

The shirt in tatters and the knife again right in her face, while the look on his face was one of complete confidence and viciousness. She could now feel and smell his beer laden breath he was so close, his large body blocking the view of the doorway and most of the room.
 
As soon as Nicole saw the knife, she flinches roughly and tries to pull out of his grasp. Before she knew it, he was tearing away her thin shirt. She holds her hands over her shirt, trying to keep him from cutting it off. "Please daddy, stop!" She begs as her shirt was now cut to pieces. She blushes and tries to cover her thin stomach and her bra covered bust. "Get away!" She screams before she becomes silent when he points the knife in her face. She pulls back some and keeps her arms over her thin body, trying to hide herself as she stares at the knife nervously.
 
Brian leers at her as she whines and bitches in protest to his actions. The screams and efforts to resist him are ignored, though he’s pleased when she finally goes quiet at the sight of the knife in her face. The leering smiles continues as he maintain eye contact, but the knife slides down between them, down her front past her bra, and ends up on her belly. The cold hard metal of the flat side of the blade presses against her soft skin.

You don’t really want to make your daddy unhappy do you?

The blade slowly rising as the point of it slides beneath the front edge of the bra, directly between the two covered globes. With the blade now several inches past the strap, Brian slowly begins to pull the knife toward him, knowing the bra will give way to the sharp edge of his weapon.

Well then unless you want me to gut you like a fish, you might start thinking about saying things like, yes daddy, don’t stop, I’ll make you happy daddy.

The tone mocking as he continues to draw the knife towards himself, pulling at the bra while the edge of the knife digs into the fabric. It was easy to see the violent hunger in his eyes, given his face was but inches away from hers.
 
She whimpers softly as the knife runs down her slender stomach. She gets a small chill through out her body from the touch of the cold blade. She nods some nervously, agreeing to stop resisting until she felt her bra rip through the blade. She blushes and quickly grabs the two ripped bra cups and holds them over her large breasts. She bites her lower lip as she covers herself with the ripped underwear. "Please, Brian, Just leave me alone." She begs, not wanting to call him 'father' again, no matter what.

She starts to gain her fight back, thinking he wouldn't dare to hurt his own daughter. She quickly raises her hand and slaps him roughly across the face, not nearly as hard as before, but still pretty hard none the less.
 
Brian was shocked when the girl again slaps him across the face.

I fucking leave you alone when I’m done with you, and I sure as shit aren’t done with you yet cunt!

The words were mean, vicious and full of anger. He moves the knife to an overhand position, as if to thrust downward, just prior to pulling back his arm, in a deathly threatening stance. Then with brutal force, he drives the knife right past her head and into the wall where it becomes imbedded. Now with two hands free, he uses his superior strength to grab her by the long main of hair, pulling her he drives her into the bed, face first.

He places his knee into her back, to secure her from wiggling away. One hand tightly holding a wad of her hair, using it to force her compliance, he begins to remove his belt with the other hand. The amount of force used is the same he would use for a street fight, nothing is held back, as his pins her to the bed.

No bitch tells me what I can or can’t do.
 
Nicole was shocked as he thrusts the knife into her wall. She flinches roughly and tries to pull back before he grabs her long curly hair and pushes her into the bed. She tries to scream through the matress, shaking in fear as he pushes his knee into her back. She lays on the bed, to scared to try to move again. She looks back at him slightly as she watches him pull his belt off. She watches as his toned body shines in the light from a small layer of sweat.

She struggles a bit, just trying to get her head up. "Daddy." She mumbles through the blanket and her bed. "I'll be good. I promise, Please have mercy!" She begs and pleads, still shaking in fear. She never had anyone lay a finger on her before, and in just one day, she got slapped, abused, and threatened. She no longer quiestioned what he would do to her, even if she was his daugher, he had power over her, and she couldnt possibly stop him.
 
They all beg and pleaded, it was to be expected, but still she needed to learn who was boss, and who wasn’t. He’d broken enough bitches in over the years, and going soft got you nothing but problems later. With his knee pinning her to the bed, he lets go of her hair, and takes the belt and wraps it about her neck. Feeding the end through the buckle so that it became a choke chain. He pulled the belt tight around her neck, since there were no holes it had nothing to secure it, so with movement it would loosen. Now he used it like a leash on a dog. Brian's strong arm loops the belt through his one hand so he had a strong grip.

See what I do to my disobedient bitches.

He again pulls up on the improvised choke chain, the muscle of his large bicep flexing, as he let her feel it tightening and clenching grasp. With his knee still in her back, she had little movement if any to reduce the feeling of being strangled.

Now I see I have your attention, good! Why don’t you help me get you out of those torn clothes.

Brian lets up on the leather ever so slightly has he reaches down, to begin removing the torn and shredded clothing from her back. If she assists he lightens the hold a little more, if she fights, then he was more than willing to harshly rip them off her body.
 
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