Gia's Hard Lesson (skywalker58801 x Jezara)

[Something About Redheads]

Mark watched his daughter leave in the same clothes he asked her to change. His daughter Gia loved to flirt. She loved to tease guys. Someday, Gia was going to do that to the wrong man and was going to get hurt. No matter what he did tho, he could not persuade her.

Mark came up with a plan, a hard lesson for Gia that he hoped would convince her she shouldnt act the way she does. He was going to kidnap his own daughter. More his buddies were. They would be masked and they would wait for her to get out of cheerleader practice, then nab her. She would be blindfolded and brought to their basement. The basement had been rearanged so she would never recognize it, not that she ever went down there anyway.

Unfortunatly for Gia, the kidnapping was the least of her problems. Mark unfortunatly had the task of showing her what could happen if she got in trouble. He had to rape her, to show her what her decisions could lead to. It wasnt something he wanted to do, something he had to do. Once should be enough. He hoped she would learn...

Meanwhile at the school, Marks 3 friends waited for Gia to leave the school. All 3 have chlorophorm soaked rags, just in case.

 

[Jezara]

Gia had been in a bit of a huff that morning. Once again her father had lectured her about how she was dressed. It wasn't her fault that she had the kind of body that people lusted after. The genetic gift from her mother was a welcome one. All it took was the flash of a smile and a little skin and she could get people to do exactly what she wanted them to do. Well, other than her father. It would be a mistake to not take advantage of that and show off the goods.

She had slipped on a pair of black cotton shorts that looked as if they were painted on and a tight little red cami tank top that hugged her body like a second skin with a pair of little white socks and high-end sneakers and set off to school. While the school had a very clear dress code when it came to the length of shorts and how low cut it could be, they did very little about how tight they could be. Of course, having all of the male staff wrapped around her little finger helped.

A car pulled into the driveway and honked twice. She grabbed her bag and headed out to meet Chelsea as she had every day before school without saying a word to her father. Throughout the day she got the usual looks of disdain from certain teachers and other girls in her class as they saw her outfit. Her ensemble made it very clear that she wore nothing beneath. She rarely did unless forced to by her father when he was taking her anywhere of importance.

Practice had gone smoothly. They had been going over some new cheers that they were planning to debut at the first home game and it seemed as if everyone was picking up the choreography with surprising ease. Instead of riding home with Chelsea as she normally would, she had told Trevor, a tragically nerdy boy from her physics class that she would meet him to get help prep for their next test. What she really planned to do was to flirt with him a little and get him to let her copy any answers that she may have trouble with.


She waved at her friends as they hurried off for the night. She glanced at her watch, noting that he was late. With a sigh, she turned to rummage through her backpack to get her phone to text him when she heard the sound of footsteps approaching. She spun around, ready to teasingly scold him for being late when she was faced with a large masked man. She opened her mouth to scream but before the sound could leave her throat, an arm jutted out from behind her. The gloved hand pressed a damp cloth over her nose and mouth and the world began to fade into darkness. Her body felt heavy and she collapsed into the waiting arms of the man.

 

[Something About Redheads]

Mark was waiting in the basement when he heard the van pull up. Everything was set. She would unfortunatly learn the hard way today. The door opened and his three friends brought his unconsious daughter down to the basement. He couldnt help but notice that where their hands were positioned they were copping a little more than a feel. He had them lay her on the table on her back. He pulled off her red tank top. She really did have a gorgeous pair of tits, just like her mother. He then pealed down her black shorts, noticing no bra and panties. This is what im talking about he thinks to himself. After stripping her, he takes both of her arms, cuffs them together then ties them above her head. He ties both her ankles, spread eagle at the bottom. He takes a moment to look at her. Such a beauty. He takes his hand and gently glides it over her body. Caresses her tits and gently plays with the nipple. He then rubs his hand over her pussy and swirls his fingers around the slit. He watches her chest rise and fall as she still suffers the effects of the chlorophorm. It shouldnt be too long till she wakes, then the lesson can begin. He hopes his daughter realizes this will hurt him more than it hurts her. Mark hears a slight moan, seeing Gia is about to wake up, he puts on his ski mask and sits down, waiting for the lesson to begin.

 

[Jezara]

First came the woozy feeling and then the slight headache as Gia's eyes slowly blinked open. The light seemed blindingly bright for a few seconds before he eyes slowly adjusted to it. At first, the girl did not understand what was happening. She tried to move, only to find her arms and legs restrained. Her bleary eyes quickly began to dart around as panic began to set in. She struggled hard against the bindings to no avail.

The air in the basement was cool against her warm skin, making her quickly realize that her clothing was gone. Terror filled her as she noticed the masked man watching her. Her heart was beating so quickly that she thought it would explode as she began to cry. Her voice cracked as she began a barrage of questions.

“Who are you? Where am I? What is going on?” Before he could say a word she began to scream for help. Any hope of anyone else hearing was nil but the terror-stricken teen had no idea where she was or what had happened. Her last memory was the men who took her.

 

[Something About Redheads]

"SHHHHHHH, SH SH" Mark says softly. He goes over and starts gliding his hand up and down Gia's body. Caressing her tits. Her skin is so soft.He bends down and starts licking, then sucking, flicking the nipple around with his tongue. Mark cant deny the joy hes having. He instantly gets hard. "Try to remember shes your daughter" he tells himself. "This is for her own good" he argues.
He takes his hand and slides it down to her shaved little pussy. So smooth, like a newborn baby. Mark cant help but laugh at the irony. He inserts a finger swirling it around, feeling her forced wetness starting to seep through, He takes out his finger and licks it, sweet taste, like honey. He cant wait to taste real thing

 

[Jezara]

Tears stream from Gia's eyes as she uselessly struggles against the bindings as he runs his hand over her warm skin. She desperately tries to elude his touch. Her soft pink nipples had already started to harden from the coolness of the air, but the added attention as his palm grazed over them brought them to full attention. The words "Stop" and "Don't" continued to seep from her as her quiet cries turned to sobs. His mouth found her breast and he took her nipple between his lips, sucking it and teasing it. Despite her objections and fear her body was starting to react to the touch as if it was a welcomed lover groping her.

Her sobs grew louder as his hand moved from the swell of her chest and down over her flat stomach toward her smooth mound. "NO" filtered into the mix of sounds that left her lips as she felt his finger on the moist pink flesh between her legs. She jerked hard, trying to escape him but it was no use. In the end, all she would really accomplish was tiring herself out as he continued to take pleasure in her body.

Pain gripped her as she tried with all her might to force her thighs together, wanting to force his hand away from her pussy to no avail. Gia shrieked at him to stop as she felt the tip of his finger pressing between her lower lips and entering her. She felt her stomach lurch as it pushed deeper inside her and began to wriggle, gathering up her wetness. The feel of it was sickening but her body refused to shut down as her mind begged it to. It continued to react to his touch. A short-lived wave of relief washed over her as he withdrew his finger from within her. She quickly realized that it was far from over as she watched him bring the glistening finger to his lips and taste it.

She forced out the words "Please just let me go. I promise you, my father, he will give you whatever you want. Just let me go." She begged. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear as she stared at the man's masked face. She tried to search his eyes for any semblance of understanding in hopes that he would accept the offer.

 

[Something About Redheads]

(Using a voice modulator) "Maybe he would, maybe he wouldnt. I constantly watch you prance around wearing hardly anything at all. Did you not think that would catch up with you? That some man wouldnt want to fuck you? Ive been watching you for a long time, plotting my move. Yeah, this little dungeon was designed with you in mind. Today is the day to collect. Ill be somewhat gentle. Mark goes over to her and lifts her legs around the thighs. He then pulls her pussy right onto his cock filling her instantly, then start slowly pumping into her in and out.

 

[Jezara]

The words cut deeper than she imagined they ever could. Her father had been on her ass about what she was wearing and she always just dismissed it. Ever since she had developed her womanly curves she had flaunted them and the worst that had happened was occasionally being called unsavory names by some of the guys she teased. Before she could even fathom what was happening her legs were yanked up. Within seconds she felt the tip of his cock splitting her soft pink lips. She let out an ear-piercing shriek as it speared deep into her wetness, stretching her tight passage to accept the size of his cock.

She desperately tried to pull away, to wriggle free in some way but it was to no avail. His grip on her was too tight to slip free of. Her screams and sobs filled the room as he began to thrust into her, nearly withdrawing completely before reentering her completely. The way her body twisted and moved in her attempts to get away only exacerbated things, causing her body to react further. Her juices were flowing, leaking from her as she felt his hips collide with her. Her firm round breasts bounced each time she was jostled by the movements. Her nipples were fully erect. Despite her desperate cries and futile attempts, her body seemed to approve of what was happening to it.

She balled up her fists, trying hard to break the bindings. The hope that she could finally get her arms free and push him off her, to hurt him in some way, quickly faded as it only burned through her strength too fast. No matter how hard she fought, she could feel something building inside of her. She had no idea that this could happen when she did not want him touching her. She felt sick to her stomach as he continued to work his cock in and out of her glistening slit.

 

[Something About Redheads]

Mark kept sliding his cock in and out of his daughter. It felt so good. He should feel guilty but he doesnt. He enjoys the way her firm tits bounce with each thrust, the way her taught stomach glistens with sweat, her nice long lean legs quivering and trembling in his grip. Her pussy felt nice, like velvet. Her slick hole, tightning and clenching on his cock as she struggled with what was going on. The best was watching Gia's face. Her usual smug but sweet face was now, open mouthed and her eyes rolling back into her head in unwanted pleasure. Its all to teach her a lesson, Mark thought gradually convincing himself that is the truth.