Charlie
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I saw that clothes were laid out on my bed already and I took them into the bathroom with me to shower and get ready.
When my hair and make-up were done, I turned to the clothes. Just a cream sleeveless sweater dress and leggings. The bra he’d laid out was just like the others – my nipples would be exposed. I wasn’t as worried today since nipples wouldn’t be so obvious in a sweater.
I put the bra on and my nipples poked through the front. I grabbed the sweater and put it on. As soon as the fabric hit my nipples, I screamed and pulled it off. I turned it inside out and looked at the chest. Daddy had sewn two squares of the rough side of Velcro over where my nipples would rub against them. There was no way to get around it. If I didn’t wear the sweater, what would he do to punish me? Any of my other sweaters would probably have the same thing done to them.
I put the sweater on more gently and tried to move slowly. The Velcro felt like needles against my sensitive nipples. I pulled on my leggings. Daddy had altered them as well. I noticed as I looked down that a thin strip of the same Velcro had been sewn into the crotch seam. He was sadistic.
I pulled the leggings on gently. If I let them bag in the crotch, it wouldn’t be so bad. The sweater was long and would cover it anyway. But Daddy had shortened the crotch of the leggings so that I had to pull them up as far as I could so they would stay on. The front seam pushed its way between my labia and the Velcro sent its pins and needles straight onto my clit. I bit my lip and tried not to yelp just in case my mother had come home already.
When the leggings were finally on, I had the most obscene and painful cameltoe I’d ever seen. I had no idea how I was going to walk, let alone sit in class.
I carefully made my way into the bedroom to put on my socks and boots. When I sat on the bed, I sucked in a deep breath as the Velcro pressed into my clit. It took me a minute to adjust to the pain before I could even put on one sock.
Daddy poked his head into my bedroom, “All dressed? Breakfast is ready. Your mom is running late, she said she’ll see you this evening.”
“Almost ready.”
“See you downstairs.” He bounded down the stairs like a kid on Christmas morning.
I arrived at the breakfast table grimacing in pain, “Daddy there’s no way I can go to school like this. It hurts too much.”
“My guess is you won’t want to fuck all the boys in your class feeling like that, will you? It will keep you on your best behavior.”
“Daddy, I don’t fuck them all anyway!”
“Sit and eat.”
I slowly lowered myself onto the chair and cringed as the Velcro settled itself into my pussy.
I tried to eat, but leaning forward was painful as the Velcro down below dug in and the Velcro inside my sweater rubbed its sharpness against my nipples, “It hurts too much.”
“You’ll manage.” Daddy downed his orange juice and cleaned his plate in the sink. “Just thinking about you cringing uncomfortably all day, focused solely on getting through class and getting home….makes a Daddy know his daughter will be chaste.”
“Daddy please…” I was ready to beg.
Daddy stalked around the table, grabbed me, ripped the leggings down and threw me over his lap and spanked me right there at the table. He just kept wailing with his palms, alternating cheeks until I yelled, “Okay, okay! I’ll go. I’ll stop complaining, I’ll do it! I swear! Just please stop!”
Daddy stood me up and pulled my leggings up so hard that the seam went straight against my clit. He pulled them and lifted me up by the waistband until my feet were off the ground and I toppled forward onto his chest. I screamed in pain as the Velcro dug in deep on my clit and pressing against his chest made it dig into my nipples as well.
“Tell Daddy you’ll be a good girl today.”
I took a breath through the pain, “I’ll be a good girl today, Daddy. I swear. Please.”
“Thank me for keeping you platonic at school.”
“Thank You, Daddy, thank you. Please just put me down.”
He released the waistband and set me on my feet. The pressure from the Velcro let up and the pain was less. “Now get to school.”
As I drove to school, I did everything I could to get relief but nothing worked. My ass was on fire and Daddy had designed his alterations well. There was no cheating, I had to endure the pain.
Classes were even harder today, shifting in my seat and cringing. My friends were really starting to worry about me. I told them all I just had cramps and they were happy to baby me through the day.
Mid-morning while walking to my next class, I noticed my wetness. How was this making me wet!? The slickness of my body’s lubrication was making the Velcro slide on my clit. This was ½ pain and ½ pleasure. I spent the rest of the day terrified that I would have an unexpected orgasm from this new development. Was this Daddy’s intention?
All through my next class, the wetness became worse and worse. I was a slick mess. I ½ jogged to the bathroom after class (which didn’t surprise my friends since they thought I had my period) and made it just in time to close a stall door before I clamped my hand over my mouth and had an intense orgasm leaning against the stall wall.
I didn’t understand. It hurt so much – how could I have had an orgasm? What was happening to me!?
Twice more during the day I had to run to the bathroom and try to stay as quiet as possible as the waves of pain and pleasure rocked my body.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted and my nipples and clit felt raw. My mom wouldn’t be home for at least another hour and I wanted to be out of these clothes when I saw her.
I rushed up to my room, peeling of the clothes as I went. When I burst into my bedroom, naked, I gasped at the sight of Daddy on my bed, naked.
“How was your day, whore?”
“Daddy, what are you doing?”
“Before your mom gets home, I thought my little whore might need to relieve herself after a long day.”
I set down my clothes and thought about what he wanted me to do. He would punish me if I did the wrong thing.
“Come here and straddle me.”
I climbed on the bed and straddled his body, giving him free access. He ran a finger long my slit and I cringed, it felt so raw and exposed.
“You are one sloppy wet whore, Charlie. Tell me about your day.”
“I couldn’t focus on anything but the pain, Daddy. Once I started getting wet, it wouldn’t stop and … and then the Velcro slid around on my clit and made me cum.”
“Did it? I’m not surprised. How many times did you cum for your classmates, whore?”
“I hid in the bathroom. Three times. It was humiliating.”
“Oh we’re just beginning to humiliate you, my little sopping wet slut.” He lifted me slightly and set me back down, lining my dripping wet hole up with his stiff cock. I slid easily onto him with all of my weight and felt him fill me up. Nothing had felt that good in a long time.
I moaned with relief and started moving up and down on his shaft, my eyes closed. My body was begging me to keep going.
“That’s my little whore. You want this cock to fill you up, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I reached up to rub my sore nipples, the aching pain urging my pussy on even more as I rode my father’s cock.
“I told you that you were a whore and I was right. I torture you all day and all you can do is cum until you’re a sloppy mess and beg for cock the minute you walk in the door.” He started lifting me and pounding me back down on his cock, pushing into me so that it hurt just enough to make me cry out and beg for more.
“Beg me to fuck you, Charlie. Beg for what you want.”
“Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I need it so much!”
He kept slamming me onto his dick, watching his daughter moan with pleasure as he masturbated with her body.
I felt my orgasm build as Daddy started going faster, “I’m gonna cum, Daddy.” My moans got louder.
“Come on my dick, slut. I know you want to. I know you want me to fill your thirsty cunt with my jizz. CUM, DAMMIT!”
And I did. I threw my head back, bouncing on my daddy’s cock and had the most intense orgasm of my life, drenching his crotch with my cum. I felt him tense and he pulled me down on him hard, pushing so far into me that I felt the head of his cock push painfully past my cervix. I screamed in pain as he emptied his balls into my womb.
I tried to move, but he held me still, waiting for his cock to stop pumping his seed into me. “Damn I love having a whore in the house.” He released his grip and I lifted painfully off of his cock, exhausted.
I moved to get off the bed, but Daddy grabbed me by the hair and pulled me toward him, “You didn’t clean my cock. Your pussy made quite a mess of me. Clean it up with your mouth. NOW.”
I looked down at his cock, glimmering with our combined juices. I leaned down and licked the head of his dick like a cat, wondering how long it would take. Daddy shoved my head down and his cock went into my throat, still semi-hard. “I said clean it, don’t tease it.”
I sucked our juices off of his shaft and licked and sucked at his shaved balls and inner thighs until they were clean. He was right, it was a mess. When I was finished, he grabbed a handful of my hair and held me near his cock, “I have to piss, whore.”
I took the head of his cock in my mouth and sealed around it, waiting for the stream. It came steadily and I had to gulp fast to keep up, but I swallowed all of it. I felt so full and sick.
Daddy got up and got dressed and went to take a shower before mom came home. I laid on the bed, Daddy’s cum leaking out of me and waited. I just wanted to sleep.
Daddy came back with something small in his hand. “This is a vibrating egg. It’s wide enough to lodge itself in your vagina without falling out.” He pressed it into me and I felt it settle into its spot. Then daddy held up a tiny remote.
“What are you going to do?” I was terrified.
He pressed a button and the egg began to vibrate violently inside of me. I squirmed and moaned, grabbing at my inner thighs as if I could stop it somehow. Then it stopped just as suddenly as it started.
I was panting.
“Get on some sweats and T-shirt before you mom gets home. She wants a family dinner tonight. Start your homework and when dinner’s ready, I’ll call you.”
Mom came home and hugged me and asked how my week had been. It was so good to see her. She was away so much. She apologized that she would have to leave again the next day for another trip. My heart sank. Daddy would have all the freedom in the world to torture me again.
While I did my math, the egg would randomly vibrate and distract me. I had to erase and re-work problems all over the place. My paper was a mess. I imagined Daddy somewhere in the house, talking with Mom and reaching into his pocket to press buttons and torture me even when I was alone.
When dinner was ready, we sat at the table and Mom filled us in on her trip. I didn’t know anyone who worked as hard and as much as she did. I always liked hearing about her trips and seeing the pictures she emailed me while she was away.
“So Charlie…how is school going?”
I felt the egg come to live inside me and I pretended to be chewing and swallow food before I answered a little shakily, “Fine, Mom.”
“What’s going on? Is it that English teacher again?”
“No really, Mom. Everything’s great. I’m just…” The vibrating increased and I had to take a deep breath. “I’m not seeing Colin anymore.”
“OH honey! I’m sorry. What happened?”
What could I tell her? Daddy chased him off and has been sexually tormenting me for two days since and I’m ignoring Colin and it’s a disaster? “Don’t know, just…it didn’t feel right.”
“Well, focus on school and your friends and someone else will come along, I’m sure.”
The vibrating wasn’t stopping.
My parents began talking about bills and things my mom needed done around the house while she was gone, the usual check-in. Neither of them noticed the beads of sweat forming on my forehead or my heavy breathing.
I was starting to panic. Why wasn’t he shutting it off?
The speed increased again and I felt an orgasm building. I was going to cum at the dinner table with my parents having polite conversation! It was happening….
I tried to excuse myself but Daddy told me to sit down and finish my meal.
“Please, Daddy, I need to go to the bathroom.” Mom looked at me, concerned.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“I … I feel …” I moaned and grabbed my stomach. Maybe if I faked sick, she would over-ride Daddy.
“Do you feel sick?”
I nodded my head and put my hand over my mouth just in time to muffle an orgasmic moan as the waves hit me. I was cumming! I shuddered and jerked a little. My mother mistook it for the signs of throwing up.
“Get to the bathroom, sweetie, before you make a mess.”
I ran upstairs, the vibrations making my body jerk and convulse. When I finally made it into the bathroom, the egg went silent. I was panting and I could feel wetness on my thighs from my own orgasm and Daddy’s trapped spunk starting to leak out.
I cried. What was he trying to do to me? I was mortified that this had happened in front of my mother. Why did he want to humiliate me?
But it had felt so good at the same time. Was I really the whore Daddy said I was? How long would this go on? -->
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