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Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

Nicole blushes slightly as she feels him wrap the belt around her neck. She coughs some as it tightens around her, making her struggle to breathe. She then moves her hands up and tries to lossen the hold it had around her thin neck. She bites her lower lip nervously as she struggles to breathe. As he begins to pull her ripped bra off, she doesnt struggle, knowing what would come of that now that she had a belt around her neck that he could easily choke her with.

She moves her arms back and lets him slide the riped clothes off. She blushes even more as he large breasts bounce free before resting on the bed as she lays down on her stomach to cover her breasts. She stays quiet, not wanting to give him the satifaction of hearing her beg for mercy anymore.
 
The ripped clothes were casually discarded on the floor as he stripped her of bra and shirt. She was still hiding her titties by lying on the bed, but that at best was a momentary solution. Brian briefly steps off of her and hanks on the the leather belt, pulling her upwards, till she’s sitting. Like a hangman’s noose he holds the belt high, his other hand reaching out to maul one of the large tits, his finger digging into the soft mound of flesh. Brian knew she would be clawing at the strap around her neck, allowing his large course hand to aggressively knead her unprotected tit. The muscles of his huge muscle arm flex as he easily holds her weight aloft.

Got a nice rack bitch, daddy likes your titties.

Still holding her high, her only savior that she kneel higher to relieve the tightening pressure around her neck. This only made it easier for what he had planned next. His eyes cast down to the last articles of clothing that hid her last feminine treasure.

I think its time, you prove to your daddy, you’re still a virgin, and not a cockhound like your mother was.
 
Nicole groans loudly as she feels the belt lift her upper body off the bed. She quickly sits up, hoping he would let her breathe again if she sat up. She coughs softly, her face turning pink as her small hands reach up and claw at the leather belt around her neck. She coughs a bit harder as he roughly fondles her exsposed breasts. "S-Stop..." She manages to choke out, only making it much harder for her to breathe. She does the only thing she knew to do in her case, She lifts herself up even more, trying to breathe.

She was soon on her knees, her lower body in his reach. She takes deep breaths, her hands still on the belt. It was now much easier to breathe at her new angle. Looking down at her father, she coughs some, still unable to speak.
 
Brian smiled as he played puppeteer with the girl. With her thoroughly occupied trying to breathe, he could enjoy the large mounds of tit that hung from her chest; the curving lines of each draw his eyes naturally across the beautiful vista. A bit of spittle drips from the corner of his mouth, but he quickly wipes it away with his free hand. Still she was partially clothed, and it ruined the whole thing for him.

Still holding the leather belt high, he could now reach down with his free hand, and begin to unbutton her shorts. As soon as he got the first button free he began to yank at the shorts, forcing the front open.

It like fucking Christmas, your daddy just can’t wait to open his present.

He keeps the belt tight as the hand works at the shorts, somewhat hindered by only being able to use one hand, he just uses more force to work the shorts off. Looking down he could see her underwear peaking out.

You know when I first met your mommy, and saw her pussy for the first time, I was surprised she was all shaved clean, not one fucking hair on her slit. So I asked her why, and do you know what she said, cause it was easier to clean the cum off. Smart girl your mom was.
 
Nicole bites her lower lip nervously as her hands move to his hand that was holding the belt high. She wraps her hands around his as she forces his hand a little lower, leting her breathe more. She looks down, choking her even more, making her look back up quickly. She blushes, feeling him unbutton her pants. She wouldnt dare to move her hands away from the belt, so she had to let him pull on her shorts.

She whimpers softly, closing her eyes as she starts to feel weak from the lack of air. Her hands slowly fall from the belt. "Daddy, I-I cant breathe..." She whispers, her face turning purple. She blushes slightly at his comment, coughing more as she struggles to breathe. Her tense body starts to lossen up, from not breathing enough, making her become light headed. "Daddy..."
 
The shorts wouldn’t go any further with her legs apart kneeling on the bed. Her lack of air was a secondary thing, as he pushes her back down onto the bed onto her back. Brain was finding the whole thing very exhilarating as forced her into submission. Over the years he’d found breaking the girls in to be a total turn on. As soon as she hits the bed, he lets up on the leather choker for a moment and again pins her with his knee. Now all he had to do was yank the shorts down and off her legs, a much easier thing when she was prone on her back, his weight pushing her deep into the bed.

I bet you mommy never told you what she did when the team made the playoff, did she?

He tosses the shorts on to the floor with the other discarded articles of clothing. Now all that stood between him and her supposedly virgin pussy was the thin material of her thong. For a brief moment his hand gently trails over the delicate fabric, feeling its soft texture beneath his fingertips, but that moment is brief. His fingers clench the material between them as he pulls it up, the loose material naturally wedging up and to the cleft of her ass, and between her petals of her sex. Brian leers lasciviously enjoying the feel of her breasts wedged beneath his knee and the sight of her sex slipping around the strained thong.

DID SHE?
 
As soon as he pushes her on her back, she takes a deep breath, shaking as she struggles to catch her breath. She looks up at him, her face still pink from the lack of air. She coughs slightly as she keeps her eyes locked on him, still to weak to struggle with him as he removes her shorts, leaving her in a thin thong. She shakes her head as he yells at her. "She never told me anything!" She replys.

She continues to cough as she takes deep breaths to catch her breath. She lays back on the bed, his knee raming into her rubs and between her breasts, causing her to struggle to breathe correctly again.
 
Oh your mommy was the ultimate cheerleader, the ultimate personal motivator. Those boys each got a turn at her that night, as she willingly serviced everyone of them. Your mommy was so proud of that. She knew she made the difference in helping them win. That why she told me she kept herself baby smooth.

Having had his fun, Brian begins to pull his daughter’s thongs down. Aggressively yanking the fabric off her legs. Would he find a furry bush, a trimmed area or something else, it always said so much about a girl. Though he didn’t discard this one on the floor, instead he brought it up to his face and nose, inhaling the delicate aroma.

Oh you smell good, girl. Do you know what she told those boys if they won the championship that she would do?

His large rough hand now slides down between her legs to explore.
 
As soon as he yanks her thong off, her hand moves down to cover her waxed cunt. She was completly bare, no razor burns or red bumbs any girl would get from shaving, which is why she liked waxing, she just never liked having anything hairy between her legs. She looks up at him as he brings her thong to his face and inhales, making her get a small chill. She shakes her head to his quiestion, not even paying attention to his storie anymore, more conserned about what would happen to herself.

She keeps her hand covered over her bare cunt, blushing some as she closes her legs with her hand between them. She stays quiet, just staring up at him with nervous eyes before her eyes trail down to the broken door, wondering if she should make another run for it, completly forgeting about the leather belt around her neck.
 
Brian briefly sees her very naked pussy, just before she hides it with her hand.

Oh don’t be shy girl; I’ve seen lots of nice young pussy like that before. You don’t need to hide it from you good old daddy.

Moving over her, he use his bulk to grabs each arm and pins it with a leg. Now in a pseudo 69 position, except he still had his pants on. Her arms had almost no movement, the belt still around her neck, and the end dangling over the edge of the bed, he begins to explore her body. Sitting straight up, without think he just plants his ass in her face as he opens her legs.

I like my girl’s smooth, it’s so damn sexy. Have you had many of those little boys at school touch and play with you yet?

Holding one of her legs up with his rough hand he starts trailing down Nicole’s leg. Moving closer and closer to her little pink slit. If only she could see the look of hunger in her father’s eyes.
 
Nicole blushes as he crawls on top of her and sits on her. She looks up at his back and groans lightly as she feels his hand tail down her leg. She mumbles something under her breath, just before she aims a kick to his face, missing his face, she knees him in the stomach, oh so close to his crotch. "Get off me you pig!" She screams loudly, trying to push him off her, but his weight was much more then she could possibly push off.

She groans as she struggles under him, aiming more and more kicks to him, just hitting him in the chest or in the stomach, so many times she got close to hitting him in the crotch, but couldn't reach it. "Get off, Fat ass!" She demands, struggling to free her arms.
 
With her arms pinned by his shear weight, he grabs a hold of her flailing legs. She’d tagged him a few times, but her position really didn’t allow her to get much momentum and strength behind them. Brian holds both of his daughter’s legs with just one of his strong arms. Her ankles only coming up to his chest, he couldn’t help but enjoy her frustration.

Pig, fuck bitch, I’ve been called worse than that. Keep pissing and moaning about my fat ass and you’ll be licking it clean.

Even though her legs weren’t apart, he could use his free hand to reach down the backs of her legs. So his hand continued with it prior journey no longer harassed by her prior resistance. Just as the rough hand trailed over her sex, it withdraws.

Nice very nice! Did you know every pussy is different, like a fingerprint? No two the same.

He pulls back his hand, and raises it high before he brings it down for a resounding smack. Never warning her or giving her a chance to defend herself, he begins a series of hard slaps to her ass, pussy and nether region. Brian didn’t care what he hit, all of it was a viable target in his mind. Even with her legs held tightly and together, she still was vulnerable and Brian knew it.
 
Nicole groans loudly as he grips her ankles and pulls them to his chest. She struggles with him for a moment, before calming herself down and lays back nervously, just waiting for him to do something. She blushes as she feels his hand tail down to her soft, young pussy. She flinches some, closing her eyes as she couldnt help but let him touch her. She bites her lower lip before she feels him spank her roughly. She screams softly, shocked as he continues to spank her, making her young pussy and ass turn a soft pink.

"Stop it!" She whimpers, struggling with him. She pauses for a moment before calming her struggles. "Daddy..." She whispers in a soft seductive voice. "I wanna be a good girl and make my daddy happy. I want to show you how sorry I am for being a bitch..."
 
Oh I see now all of sudden you are the perfect little daughter, never going to be bad, going to do exactly what her daddy say, am I right?

The voice full of sarcasm, as Brian had no illusions the little cunt was just lying to stop him from slapping her. So he plays the game, with a wicked smile. The hand that had been coming down time and again stops for a moment, and gives up tanning her ass.

So you’re no longer a little conniving bitch, well thank god for that.

The fingers that had being slapping her so hard now begin to trail their way through the outer layers of her sex. Tightly grouped together the fingers softly trail over the out layers of her petal, gently rubbing them. Brian still held her legs tight, and her arms pinned, as his hand and fingers massage the out area of her sex. The warm house and now being in such close contact with Nicole, Brian can feel trickles of sweat trailing down his muscled body. His center finger is the first to slip between the two pink lips of her pussy and sink in just a little, the flat of the reaching across her pussy, as the rough under side searches for a small nub of flesh, buried in between her soft folds of flesh.
 
Nicole smiles innocently as he quits spanking her. She lays back, calming down a bit before she feels his fingers rub against her lower lips. She blushes and begins to struggle. "W-What are you doing?!" She demands, trying to push him off by pushing her body up some. She gasps softly as she feels his finger slide into her slightly. She bites her lower lip as she blushes. "Dont..." She whimpers.

Nicole never once masturbated, touched herself, or anything, she was a pure virgin. She was very tight and strong. Her tight young cunt clings to his finger as he feels around inside her. "Daddy, please stop..." She begs, struggling against him.
 
Briefly he thought of plunging his finger in deep and testing her statement, but that information would come soon enough. For now he was happy just to have his finger enveloped in the soft fold, while it rubbed her clit. A scream wouldn’t have stopped him, so a whimper got no response, except a snicker.

The fingers together continue to rub her heat, in a circular fashion, plowing aside the soft layers of flesh, and applying direct pressure to the little nub. Much like he had done to her body, now his fingers do the same as they attempt to wrestle her clit into submission.

What you don’t like the way your daddy touches you? You want me to do it differently?

Brian really didn’t care if the girl got off or not; he was doing it simply to do it. Though he really did like it when they came, cause it got them all confused.

I rubbed lots of pussy, and I don’t remember any girl complaining before. I thought you wanted to make your daddy happy?

So his expert fingers continue their efforts, while he had his very own daughter pinned to the bed.
 
"Daddy, please." She begs as he rubs her warm pussy. She lays back, surrendering for a moment as she closes her eyes. She quickly catches herself when she started to enjoy his treatment. She quickly opens her eyes, looking at his back. She tries to close her legs, trying to get out of his reach. "Please daddy, Just stop." She continues to beg, knowing it had no effect on him.

She tries to pull her hands back roughly. She was able to free her right hand from him. She quickly reaches up and scratches his back roughly, digging her long nails in his back, drawing a bit of blood from his back. She watches as the warm red blood drips down from his back, landing on her chest and bust.
 
The way she begged and whimpered was just so damn sexy. He liked when a woman pleaded and implored for mercy. Of course he wasn’t going to give any, that just wasn’t how it worked. For a moment Brian thought he had her, but the claw that raked across his back interrupted that thought.

Ouch! Why you little bitch.

Realizing he was going to have difficulty holding her and playing with her at the same time, Brian steps off of her while still holding her legs. Now both large muscular arms wrap around her legs tightly as he stands up, with her dangling upside down. With no regard for her comfort, letting her flail about as he heads to the kitchen. The only thing nice about this is he gets a much better view of her perfectly smooth cunt. The way she wiggled and swayed against his cock, only called attention to his own need.
 
She flinches roughly as he gets up and grabs her legs. As soon as he stood, she gripped the blanket, struggling against him. As he walks to the kitchen, she quit struggling for a moment. "Let me go you son of a bitch!" She screams, digging her nails in his arms that held her up. She digs her nails into his arms, roughly twisting them around in his skin, causing blood to pool to the surface.

She glares at him, focused on digging her nails in deeper and deeper, wanting to see his arm covered in blood.
 
Brian had enough of this bitch’s shit, he was so going to take pleasure in her screams. As she attempts to eviscerate his arms with her claws, he just drops her on the floor with a thud. Before she even realizes what’s he’s done, or can recover, he reaches down with one arm and grabs her by the hair, and drags her the rest of the way into the kitchen. Reaching into the top junk door he pulls out a roll of grey duct tape.

Excellent, this will work perfectly.

Again he hanks hard on her hair as he drags her over to the other side of the counter were the bar and barstools are. The cold tile probably not the best feeling in the world, on her naked ass. The metal barstools had backs(seats) on them, and four legs that went down to the floor.

Get on the fucking stool now! Sit on it backward bitch.

He was more than ready to use his entire body to force her compliance. If she even makes one swing at him, he’ll backhand her. His foot gives her a kick to motivate her.
 
Nicole grunts loudly as she hits the ground without any warning. She looks up at him slightly before he grips her hair roughly and drags her into the kitchen. She whimpers and moves her hands up to his, trying to make him let go. As they get to the bar stools, she shivers some from the cold floor. She whimpers as he yells at her, flinching roughly as he kicks her. She crawls to his feet and looks up at him. "Daddy, Please, Don't do this." She begs, shaking in fear, knowing he wouldn't change his mind for any reason, but she still had to try.

"Please daddy." She continues to beg as her hands trail up his pant leg, holding onto his belt loop. "I want to be a good girl now, I want to make you happy, But not this way." She looked up at him as if she was about to start sobbing like a baby, still shaking some.
 
Brian just slaps her across the face as he holds her up by her hair. Before, he gives her a clear indication of his thoughts about her protests and begging.

You’re just another lying manipulative cunt, trying to slither out of her responsibilities. From now on you’ll just have to understand what your deceitful scheming gets you, that I don’t put up with that kind of shit from anyone, including my stupid little daughter. What do I look like some pussy whipped boy? That shit doesn't work on me, you stupid cunt!

Brian's words almost yelled into her face, with a spray of spittle. He grabs her arms and pulls them through that back bars of the stool, where he thoroughly binds them with the duct tape. Her breasts rest on the back of the chair, as he applies an abundance of tape to secure her. At the slightest sign of resistant he slaps her across the face again. With her arms secure, he makes sure her ass and pussy just stick past the back of the chair seat, when he secures her legs, tying each to a leg of the chair. He positions them so they have nothing to push off of. The roll of tape almost done, he just stands up to admire his work. It was amazing how good she looked bound naked to the bar stool, with the leather belt still hanging about her neck.

So are you going to quit your bitching and whining and tell daddy how much you’d like to be like your mommy, or are you going to be a bad girl?

His hand mockingly reaches out to caress her face, the tenderness obviously very false.
 
Nicole gasps in shock as his rough hand comes down hard against her cheek. She groans loudly as he grips her hair again and pulls her up. She reaches up and holds onto his hands, trying to loosen them up some. She flinches every time he yelled at her, getting some spit on her face as he yells. As soon as he had her on the chair, she struggles as much as she could before he slaps her again, keeping her still. She was soon bound to the chair. She looks up at him nervously, before glaring at him. She just stares at him coldly, not saying a word.
 
Well at least you quit your bitching and whining.

Happy with his handy work, Brian just smiles as he approaches her, his large frame standing but inches from her face. He looks down at his bleeding arm, seeing the damage inflicted by her claws; he wipes the trail with his finger. Holding his finger up he looks at the bright red smear, admiring it color. His other hand abruptly reaches out and grasps her about the neck through the leather belt, holding her head firmly in place, while the bloodied finger smears the red fluid across her lips.

See what you’ve done; now I’m going to have to punish you.

The smile clearly indicating he found the thought pleasurable. The breast hanging vulnerably over the back of the stool, give Brian such easy access. Still grasping her about the neck the other hand now reaches down and grabs one of her nipples with thumb and forefinger twisting it. So many thoughts and possibilities race through his mind, as he plays with her nipple, abusing it for his own pleasure.

Nothing to say? Cat got your tongue?
 
Nicole stays still by force of the duct tape, also not wanting to move, or at least to tired to even try. She looks up at him quietly as he moves closer, making her slightly nervous, but what more could he possibly do to her? She just stares at him as he admires his arm. She quickly flinches as he grabs her thin neck roughly and smears the bright red blood across her full lips, making her lips look bright red. She watches as he leans down before pinching her tender nipples. The only sound she makes, was her heavy breathing as he twists and pulls at the small piece of flesh on her breast. She leans forward some, her head tilted down making her bangs cover her eyes.
 
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