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A Lesson in Punctuality (Lord Dakol and Tristeza)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
Joined
Jun 28, 2009
Location
California
It late in the Richards household. The sun had just set and shadows began to loom stronger over the neighborhood as the moon began to rise in its place. Their house, despite only having one job, was quite large. There were three rooms;, one for Grayson, the thirteen-year-old son, another for his sister, and the last for David, their father.

Grayson was quietly playing with Shadow, their black Labrador. He threw a chew toy across the room, smiling slightly. The young boy had brown hair and green eyes that resembled his late mother's. Shadow barked happily, bringing the toy back and dropping it into Grayson's hands. "Good boy!" he said softly, the smile on his face getting larger... until David strode in.

As always, his demeanor was... angry. An older man with short black hair and hard blue eyes, David was an extremely intimidating and strict man. He had a strong, built body, accentuated by the tight shirt and pants he wore. His eyes scanned the room, and grimaced, noticing that his daughter wasn't home yet. "Where the hell is she?" he growled, clenching his thick hands tightly.

The smile on Grayson's face vanished, flinching by the mere presence of his father. He hooked his arms around Shadow's neck and brought him close, feeling his rough tongue against his cheek, making him feel a bit safer as the silence continued, David for his daughter to arrive.
 
It was almost time for finals, and Mariah, as a hardworking 18 year old girl, was nervously preparing for the tests that were to come. Her grades would define her future but, more than that, they were an important part in ensuring her father was pleased with her. There weren't many ways she'd found to do that throughout their life, not since her and Grayson's mother had died especially, so any little help was more than welcome. Still, it seemed like Math insisted on remaining little more than a numerical mystery, but, luckily, she had an understanding teacher that had agreed to help her after classes. She'd just arrive a little later than usual, and it'd been for studying, so there'd be no problem, yes?

"Oh no!" It was more than a little late. Mariah was terribly late to get home, running the fastest she could. There was only so much a short distance between home and school could do for a late girl. Her black, long, wavy locks, instead of cascading down to her mid back, flew behind her, her hazel eyes, a mix between her parents' colors, instead of their calm and confident shine portraying a rather panicked state of mind. Even the usually pristine school uniform was becoming rather unkept, shirt loosening, socks falling to her ankles, coat flying open revealing her sexy C-cup curves to any passersby.

Despite her father making her use the longer skirt, below the knee, and the school's coat all year long to conceal her figure, everything was in such a disarray when the girl reached the front door that, with no doubt, thoughts would go askew and weave doubts and suspicions on someone who had actually only had but her father's best intentions in mind. Stopping only to compose herself a little, Mariah stormed inside, panting, basically breathless. "S-Sorry... I'm... late..." she managed to utter between gasps. "Studying... school...."
 
Suddenly, the door flew open and exposed Mariah, breathing heavily and her entire outfit askew. Grayson looked up at her, cocking his head a bit in confusion. Did she run the entire way?

David narrowed his eyes as his daughter arrived. Her hair was messily undone and her outfit was disheveled. The first thought was that she had been running for so long, but the suspicion and protective nature that he had evolved it into something much more extreme. "You're late." he said, as if he wasn't even listening to what she said. "Where were you?" David asked, obviously wanting a better answer that what she had given him.
 
The presence of her brother went unnoticed, ignored in favor of the father figure. His tone made Mariah bite her full, cotton pink lower lip, catching on the still subtle anger that permeated his already demanding voice. It felt different than the usual raging demeanour. In fact, it sounded... real bad for her. And they hadn't even gotten into a row yet. Maybe if she composed herself it would difuse her father's ire?

"I was studying at school... Teacher Jefferson said he'd help me with Math after school so I stayed longer..." The girl's voice was innocent, though naturally respectful towards her father. She was so confident and strong willed at school that no one would ever suspect the reign of terror that was sometimes lived in that household. Her curvy, messy form bent down to fix her socks, her cleavage slightly visible through the top of her shirt that had come to be partially undone during the run. "He explained me some math I didn't understand and gave me a bunch of exercises to do as extra homework too."
 
His countenance became more and more angry as he listened to Mariah's explanation. She was staying after school with her teacher? Her male teacher? This reminded him of when their mother had cheated on him, and his rage rose with each second he thought about it.

"Studying..?" he repeated, the tone in his voice angry and even more suspicious. As she bent down, David was given a look at his daughter's bountiful cleavage, and clenched his hands visibly. The disheveled look gave way to thoughts that she was having sex with her teacher, and once he was hooked upon something, he wouldn't let it go. "Grayson, go to your room and take Shadow with you," he ordered. He watched at his son nodded nervously and ran upstairs, the large bounding ofter his playmate.

David strode towards Mariah without a word and closed the distance between them, leaning down so that their noses were an inch apart. "Tell me the truth: you were fucking him, weren't you?" he whispered, his teeth gritted as he seethed.
 
The mention of her younger brother sent a cold shiver down Mariah's spine, instantly standing upright, extremely rigid. She hadn't noticed he was there. More importantly, the fact that he was told to leave... Her hazel eyes trailed Grayson, longing to run upstairs with him as well. Not that her room was safe. Nowhere was safe.

Her gaze only shifted when her father was but an in away, his hot breath rolling against her face, a wave of pure threat. Mariah wanted to run away, just as fast as she had to come home, but her legs were frozen in place, her heart beat racing faster than the speed of light, defeaning. Still, Mariah faced him impeccably straightfaced, contrasting with her appearance, eye against eye. "I was studying for my finals, Dad. That's. It." She turned away from David, rolling her eyes. Fucking her teacher? She'd get expelled for even thinking that. That was preposterous!!
 
Hearing her response, even with her honest response, it came out as a total lie. And when she rolled her eyes and turned around, David growled deeply and grabbed at her hair, fisting it tightly and pulling her back. Her entire body collided against him, and he could feel her ass moving against him as she struggled to get free.

"Tell me the truth, whore. You were fucking him!" he whispered into her ear, though he was sorely tempted to yell out loud.
 
A small shriek left Mariah when her hair was tugged, both out of surprise and pain. His whisper stopped her loudness, muting her to faint winces and pleading whispers to let go. There was something deeply disgusting about her father's insistence, as if she was some kind of whore. Hell, if he kept at it, she might actually start feeling a lowly, dejected slut. But not now. Now, she just wanted to get away. Mourning her mistake would come only when she got out of reach.

"No!" Mariah cringed, shaking her head violently. As much as she tried with movement alone, David's grip was too strong, and it'd only end up in getting her hair ripped out, but the girl was dead set on getting away, trying to pry his fingers open with her own. "I didn't fuck anyone, and I'm not a whore!!" The trashing and flailing against her father's legs and waist was quickly making the hem of the skirt rise, revealing the girl's long, slender legs, to the point of showing off glimpses of her cotton white panties every now and then.
 
Her scream seemed to stir something in him, and shuddered gently as she thrashed against him, only succeeding in rubbing against the slowly hardening bulge in his pants.

"Yes, you are. Stop lying!" he finally yelled out, his voice sounding like a gunshot through the air. His other hand wrapped around her waist, keeping her against him firmly. "Why should I believe you?" David inquired, his voice even yet a hint of his rage clear in his tone.
 
"I'm not!!" Her scream immediatly followed his, her voice wavering under the movements she made trying to release herself. "I'm not lying!!" Mariah screamed again as the strong arm pulled her back, increasing the contact surface between her soft, young and delicious body and his mature, masculine form. She kept trying to fight against her father, squirming to the best of her abbility despite any wierd sensation of something beginning to increase behind her. The girl didn't care, she just wanted out.

"Because I'm your daughter, why would I lie to you? When have I lied to you, dad?? I'm still a virgin, for crying out loud!" Little beads shone on the corners of Mariah's eyes, a blush covering her cheeks and nose, and her voice began to crack. "What do I have to do to prove it to you???"
 
"I don't believe you, Mariah..." her father whispered, pulled her even closer. His body, reacting the way it was, instinctively nudged her backside, the thick erection rubbing into her skirt.

"That's exactly why you're lying," David replied. When he heard that she was a virgin, a frown appeared on his lip and held her tighter. Without remorse, David tossed her onto the floor, "Stay there." he barked, and vanished into the kitchen.

A few moments later, David reappeared, holding a heavy roll of ducktape in his right hand. Coming behind her, he kneeled down and dug his knee into her back pinning her to the floor and forcing her hands behind her. Saying nothing, he quickly unrolled some tape rolled it around her wrists, bounding her tightly, and did the same with her ankles.
 
A feeling of looming dark intentions was beginning to sip into the despaired daughter. She'd ran out of arguments, very valid ones as far as she was concerned, and yet her father still wouldn't let go. It seemed as if he was deadset, and wasn't going to give up until she admitted something she wasn't. "I'm-"

Her words were cut off when David released her suddenly, Mariah's body spilling on the floor almost as if lifeless. Panic took over as the heavy steps moved away from her, from the living room, freezing her in place. Fear disabled her legs, fear and the conscience that running upstairs would only expose Grayson and scar him without need. It wasn't going to be the first beating she'd recieved. The question was, what would he hit her with.

When he returned, she'd remained in the same spot, the same position, her face covered with a curtain of black wavy strands hiding the reddish tint across her cheeks and nose and the tears that were starting to flow, soft sobs escaping every once in a while. They stopped when the knee pressed against her back, squeezing the air away from her. "D-Dad, what are you doing??" Mariah's voice was weak, clearly strained, as she looked behind her shoulders to her wrists. "Dad!!" The scream was just as feeble as the attempts she made to avoid having her ankles taped, easily overpowered by the man that she called father.
 
"Shut up." David said coldly, finishing off the tape. Her cries to get through to him were useless; he had other things in mind for her. His large, strong hand planted itself on Mariah's firm ass, gripping it tightly before he pushed her legs up onto her knees, her ass high in the air and the covering her thighs. However, this was quickly solved as he lifted the skirt over her ass, allowing it to rest on her back and hanging off her taut stomach. His eyes trailed over her panties, the fabric covering her asshole and pussy.

Of course, in his mind, David was doing this for the sake of finding out whether or not his daughter was lying, but deep in his heart - no, his manhood -, he was about to do this to humiliate her and to satisfy his own needs. "If you're telling the truth, then, you won't mind if I check?" he inquired, his hand placing itself back upon her backside, squeezing her ass tightly as his thumb lightly ran over her covered asshole.
 
Almost instinctively, Mariah bit down on her lower lip after his order, for it was nothing short of an order, shuddering when the fatherly hand gripped her ass. It didn't get any better when her legs were moved, or the skirt slipped over her back. Even though Mariah couldn't see it, she could feel the gaze of her father upon her most private area, the cool air caressing her smooth, exposed skin and the cotton panties, making Mariah blush more intensely than ever before.

The girl swallowed in dry when David's hand found its place upon her bottom once more, with the added injury of the thumb against her still protected asshole, closed shut against invasion. Was her dad really going to go through with it? Mariah sobbed. Of course he was. When hadn't he done anything after getting so hellbent over it? "Of course I mind! But... just get it done, dad... please..."
 
David saw the blush and knew she was getting embarrassed. Good, it meant he was getting through to her. "I will take my time, whore," he growled, and turned his attention back to his goal. The man attempted to restrain the urge to touch her more intimately, but he failed. His hand slid down and cupped her groin, feeling her flesh moving beneath his hand. The tips of his fingers gently rubbed her, stroking her groin as his thumb moved over her asshole again, not wanting to rush this.

Of course, Grayson heard every word. Despite his father's order to stay in his room, the young boy couldn't help but listen in. Why was dad calling Mariah a whore? His body shook as he heard the quiet whimpers and screams of his sister, clutching onto Shadow protectively as he continued to listen from the top of the stairs.
 
Mariah winced at the growl, trying to pull herself away. All she managed was to bend her arms a little, but that was it. In one hand, David had her pretty well secure. In the other, she was, just simply, afraid of the consequences if she did manage to escape. Flailing was all she was reduced to, and even that was very minimal. "I-I'm not a whore..." the teen mumbled to herself, sobbing yet again.

Her eyes widened as the touch wandered around her sensitive groin, her dad's intentions growing more and more obvious by the second. A shiver ran down her spine, induced by the experienced touch. He was enjoying this, wasn't he? A glare of anger took shape in her eyes, directed to David over her shoulder.
 
David shook his head at her response, "Until I find out for myself, you are a slut," he replied, then slipped his hand back up to her ass, though it didn't stay there for long. Instead, his fingers wrapped around the fabric that covered her pussy and asshole, and pulled upwards, the material digging into her folds and rubbing against her asshole.

"Now, stop lying!" he barked, raising his free hand above her ass before bringing down to slap her cheek sharply, leaving a red mark upon her flesh.
 
The girl winced again as the panties teased the pink skin underneath, biting her lip a bit harder than before. It was wrong of a father to do such a thing, yet she couldn't muster the voice to rise against it. Not now at least, no one would believe her in the first place. And, she was the one who'd gotten into this mess as well, no one would get her out. Or worse, someone would get involved.

"I'm not- OW!" The slap caught her between words, new tears streaming down her cheeks as she screamed, feeling the exact area of the mark sting and emanating warmth. Immediatly she resented the scream, Grayson could have heard it upstairs, bitting her rosey lip again to restrain herself.
 
Hearing Mariah's scream made David eager with joy, yet he was still angry that she continued to deny it. So, using his free hand, he firmly grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at her, seeing the smoldering rage in his eyes. "What did I say?" he said, his voice getting deeper and more angry when his other hand jerked on her panties harder, forcing her bottom into the air even more. He let go of her chin with a rough push, and placed his hand on her ass cheek again before spanking her roughly, his fingers close to her pink lips.
 
She felt as if her body was going to break in two when David grabbed her chin, bending her neck painfully. The sheer look in his eyes petrified Mariah to the core, clear as day in her own widened eyes, rushed breathing, and all the color fleeing from her skin save for the reddish tints upon her face for crying. The girl failed to utter any sound, her lips moving but no word coming out until she was released, roughly falling on the floor again. Mariah whimpered softly, feeling absolutely ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry, dad." Her trembling words were followed by a scream, louder than the previous one as the already reddened and prickling zone was hit, followed by a torrent of sobs.
 
She was powerless and she knew it, as well as weak. Her eyes and shivering body told him all that he needed to do. "Good girl. Now shut up," he snapped. David quirked an eyebrow, glancing at her and knew that she was ready. Settling her down onto the floor, he pulled her panties to the side, letting to rest against the side of her ass while he moved behind her, planting both hands upon her cheeks, he used his fingers part them, exposing the pucker asshole, while also opening her lips, seeing the soft, pink insides.

Steadying a finger, the tip of his index gently brushed against her tight hole, teasing the notion of entering her young pussy with the thick digit.
 
Mariah glanced back at David through the wild veil of hair and nodded silently, trying to stiffle the rebellious sobs that still insisted on coming. The shame was even more visible on her face when the cool air made contact with the exposed holes, the tender pink skin glistening slightly, taunting, inviting. She felt so dirty, so whorish... a slut, to be in plain sight like that. The fingers pulling the lips apart also didn't help. But the cherry on top of the cake was the one single digit on the rim of her virgin pussy, making her whimper softly. That was the worst she'd felt yet, to the day, most definitely.
 
This getting harder and harder to do by the minute. Not because he felt guilt; no, the urge to fuck her senselessly became increasingly difficult.

Instead of just pressing his finger in, David decided to tease her more, and gently patted the small hole with his finger, going in about a centimeter before retracting. He could see, when he looked down a bit, her clit that was gently pulsing with every action he did.
 
The stress, the panic, the guilt and shame of being in such a display before her father, it had all made Mariah extremely sensitive to the skilled, teasing touch. Just a slight penetration and the tip of his finger was already coated in her slick juice, the pink lips and clit growing moist. Mariah's nerves were standing on edge, thoughts and promises of never ever getting home late again crossing through her mind. Anything but this humiliation. Anything.
 
David studied his finger for a moment, seeing the fluids that ran down his finger, and smirked. Looking at her from behind, he cocked his head. "Is my little slut enjoying this?" he asked, his tone serious yet weirdly... playful.

Without waiting, he then pressed his fingers against her tight hole and eased it, the thick digit pushing past her walls and feeling her tighten around him.
 
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