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“Dad, he’s going to spank me.” 

Amber was naked, leaning forward trying to hide her parts from view. She sobbed softly while she listened to her dad’s reply. Her girlfriend Lilliana was kneeling in front of the same couch Amber was sitting on, facing the couch, her ass exposed, ready for a spanking from her father.

Her father, whose name was Stan, was meanwhile, sitting on the edge of his desk smirking at Amber, holding his belt folded up in hand.

“But Daddy you can double punish me. Triple punish me at home, please, just don’t let this dude fucking hit me!” 

From the nauseated look he saw on her face while she listened further to her own father’s replies, he surmised she was hearing that she’d probably be triple punished at home anyway just for suggesting it and meanwhile, the ruling stands.

Amber cried now, barely able to speak. “Okay. Okay Daddy I will. I’m sorry. Okay.” She then held her phone out to Stan, giving him the evil eye through her tears. When he made no move to approach her to take the phone, she stood up, hunched over to keep trying to hide herself, and with an exasperated sigh walked over to him, handed him the phone, and walked back.

He put the phone to his ear. “So, Don, should I bring her home to you or…?”

Don, in his always enthusiastic smiley voice, said “No no of course not, it’s just like I said. She broke the rules in your house, therefore you get to decide what her punishment should be. Punish her like you would your own daughter, or worse since she’s a guest in your house to top it all off!”

“And just to be clear, Don, you know there will be… bruises and whatnot?”

Don laughed. “I’d be surprised otherwise. You don’t need to tell me anything about it. When she comes home of course I’ll be punishing her as well, I’m sure she’ll babble on and on about whatever you do to her. It will be fun to hear to be honest.”

“Sure, sure, that makes sense,” Stan laughed in return. “So… I’m punishing her, and you’re punishing her? For the same offense?”

Amber wailed at this, though it can’t have been a surprise, just a reminder. Lilliana wailed in sympathy from her kneeling position nearby.

“Yes, I do the same for school punishments. Whenever she’s disciplined at school, I discipline her at home as well.”

“That makes sense! And it gives me an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, Amber’s being punished twice. It hardly seems fair for Lilliana to only be punished once so…”

Lilliana gasped. “Dad! No! What the fuck!”

Don said “Ahhhh I think I understand! So yes! I’d be happy to help! After you are finished punishing the girls, absolutely feel free to bring both of them on over for, I guess roud two ha ha!”

“Right ha ha,” Stan paused, then loud enough to emphasize the message to the girls, “Round two it shall be!” Lilliana kept her position but vocally pretty much lost it.

“So, I’ll see you and the girls later today then?”

“That you will,” said Stan, ending the call.

***

He took a few moments to enjoy the view—olive skinned amber hunched over on the couch crying, and next to her his daughter Lilliana, her fair skin a very pleasant contrast, kneeling, facing the couch, quivering with her own sobs.

“Okay girls, I think we’d better get started.” Amber stared a hole into him.

“Lilliana, why am I punishing you today?”

Between whimpers Lilliana intoned, “For having lesbian sex with Amber.”

“No, that’s not quite it. Am I a homophobe?”

“Am I a prude?”

“No sir.”

“So was it for having lesbian sex with Amber?”

“No sir.”

“Was it for having sex at all?”

“No sir.”

“Of course not. I know you girls will fuck. But is fucking appropriate household behavior?”

Lilliana was brave. “I mean, you do it.”

Stan laughed. “Do I let you see me do it?”

“No sir.”

“And am I in charge of the household or are you?”

“You are sir.”

“When you’re either in charge of a household, or under the care of someone who is, then fuck in the house all you want. And before then, I don’t care if you go fuck in the woods or at a public orgy as long as I don’t hear about it. But in my house? Especially without taking precautions to make sure I wouldn’t simply walk in to such a shocking sight?”

“Yes sir, I’m sorry sir.”

“No, you won’t be sorry until after all this is over.”

“Yes sir.”

He finally addressed Amber, who was eyeing the two of them like they were time travellers from the past. She spoke first. “You’re punishing us… for… fucking?”

“Amber did you not just listen to the conversation I had with my daughter?”

“Like, Mr. Danvers, people fuck!”

“In this household, Amber, they do not, not without my permission.”

“You don’t care we’re bi. You don’t care we fuck. You’re just mad about where we fucked?”

“That and being so careless. You girls… you’re both so beautiful, and I caught you in a state of such intimacy, I will never be able to erase that from my memory. I’ll never be able to look at Lilliana the same.”

Amber’s eyes were wide. “Oh. We made you hard and that made you mad. Now I get it.”

Stan paused, considering. “You know. Not the worst way to put it.”

“Fucking asshole,” Amber whispered, but she did so as she crawled down to the floor to take position next to her friend Lilliana.

“Oh, no, you don’t need to go to the floor yet Amber,” said Stan. “We do spankings in a rather special way in this household.”

Wary, Amber sat back down. 

“Lilliana, what was the last thing I spanked you for?”

From her kneeling position she said “Watching too much TV.”

“And how did I punish you for it?”

“You had me stand in front of the TV, watching my favorite shows, with my hands behind my head and my legs spread, and” (she paused to sob) “s-s-s-spanked me the whole time. Then I had to answer questions about what happened in the TV shows and you spanked me for every wrong answer.”

“Yep. And the time before that?”

“Bad grades.”

“And the punishment?”

“Every day for the next two weeks I had to do my homework in spanking position, and every time I got an answer wrong or stopped for more than a few seconds you spanked me.”

“Correct. Amber are you starting to get the picture?”

“Yeah, when Lilliana makes a mistake you force her to make that mistake over and over and beat her for doing it.”

“So I’m going to leave it to you two girls for a second to work out how this will apply today. Better be quick, if I have to figure it out for you you’re not gonna like it.”

Amber and Lilliana looked at each other blankly. He knew Lilliana already had it figured out. She was just stalling, or maybe embarrassed to actually say it out loud to her girlfriend.

But as they looked at each other, he saw realization begin to dawn on Amber’s face.

“You can’t be serious,” she said to her girlfriend.

Lilliana began crying anew. “I’m so sorry Amber.”

Amber looked back at Stan. “No, Mr. Danvers, you can’t be serious. Let me talk to my dad again right now.”

He had her phone in his pocket still. “Everything’s very well settled with your Dad, this is happening. I want you in position by the time I count to three.”

“In, what, fucking position?!” yelled Amber but Lilliana did as she was told, scooting over so that she was now kneeling not only in front of the couch, but in front of Amber, her head between Amber’s knees.

“One!”

Amber looked at Lilliana in a panic, and Lilliana looked up at her pleading.

“Two!”

Amber’s legs spread, slowly. “I’m doing it. I’m fucking doing it.”

“Three!” and Amber’s legs snapped wide open. Lilliana immediately moved forward and put her tongue on Amber’s pussy.

“Just slightly too long to obey there, Amber, but I’m going to let this one thing slide. I know this is kind of shocking.”

His daughter lapping at her pussy she had a hard time maintaining eye contact with him as she replied. “This is insane.”

He shrugged and walked towards the girls, belt in hand and at the ready. Amber looked on in horror, her slight tremors coming equally from cold, fear, and Lilliana’s tongue on her clit.

***

He began with Lilliana’s ass, hitting her, hard, several times while she licked Amber’s pussy. Lilliana cried loudly from the first blow, shrieking anew at each subsequent one. After the first few hits Amber was grunting or moaning with each hit as well, since Lilliana’s shrieks and twitches at being hit were transferring movement directly into Amber’s pussy.

Amber even shut her eyes after several minutes. That’s when Stan turned his attention to her. “Eyes open Amber,” he said sternly, raising his belt over her as she lay back on the couch. She opened her eyes and then they nearly popped out of her skull as she saw the belt raised, ready to fall. Reflexively she put her hands up, as he knew she would. “Hands down.” Her friend still licking her pussy, she slowly lowered her arms, shaking with the effort to control her fear. She grabbed the couch’s cloth hard.

And he landed his first blow on her tits.

She was a trooper, she didn’t disengage from Lilliana or lose her grip on the couch. She just hunched forward, bounced up and down a couple of times then yelled “Oooooowwww fuck!”

“Back in position Amber.”

“Oh my God,” she said, but she did it.

So for quite some time, he hit Amber’s tits, her tummy and her legs, as well as Lilliana’s back, ass and the backs of her legs. It took maybe half an hour as Amber was surely not used to being hit while she fucked, but eventually he could see she was indeed getting ready to cum.

So he stopped them and had Lilliana back away. Amber just lay there in pain and frustration. He said, “Orgasm is part of sex, and I’m punishing you for a sex act, so you’re going to have an orgasm now. But orgasms are purely pleasurable and since this is punishment I can’t allow that. If your legs close or you move to block me in any way you’re going to be here at my house getting beaten for much longer than anticipated, do you understand?”

Amber clearly didn’t quite understand what was about to happen but she knew enough to nod and to resolve to be good.

With his belt he took aim, and as she saw what was happening she did lose herself for a moment, curling up and falling to her side so that his blow landed on the side of her leg. She shrieked in pain.

“You have one more chance,” he said, and still crying, she slowly sat back up, leaned backwards into the soft back cushion of the couch, thrust her pussy forward and spread her legs.

He never really paid attention to how many swats went into any particular punishment so it’s hard to say how many times he hit Amber’s pussy with his belt. 

When he felt it was enough, though, he had Lilliana return to her position before Amber’s weeping form, and continued beating the two girls for another five or ten minutes until Amber finally came.

He let her recover for a few minutes, bringing both girls some water to sip. Lilliana was kneeling in front of Amber hugging her leg while Amber sobbed in recovery.

Finally Amber asked, “Where are my clothes?”

She thought it was over.

Lilliana sobbed loudly. “We don’t get them back yet.”

“What? Why not?”

“We’re not done. First we have to…”

“Oh fuck no!” Amber got it before Lilliana finished her sentence.

And Lilliana was already up, sitting gingerly on the couch, spreading her legs. “He’ll just keep beating us until we do it,” she said. Stan interjected, “Lilliana is right.”

It took a long time for Amber to process what was happening, and Stan gave her that time because he knew she would eventually, slowly, reluctantly crawl down from the couch, placing herself between her girlfriend’s legs, raise her ass for him to spank, and after another long pause, finally just close her eyes and move her face forward to start licking Lilliana’s pussy.

And that’s exactly what she did.

***

Both girls had been beaten with a belt for about a total of eighty minutes, the blows spread across their tits, tummies, asses, every angle of their legs and even their pussies. They had each experienced an orgasm during these beatings. He was finally finished with them. They were standing, sitting had become too uncomfortable. He was just coming back from Lilliana’s room where they’d left their clothes after he walked in on them, and was getting ready to hand them over to the two naked standing girls when Lilliana finally thought to ask the obvious question. “What does… your dad… do to you?”

“He has this room—” was all she got out before Stan interrupted. “Nah ah ah no no no.”

The girls looked at him. “It’s going to be more fun for you to find out when it happens, I think.” He winked.

“Fun?” asked Lilliana sullenly.

“Well, for Amber’s dad, yeah.”

He stood there with their clothes in hand for a second, then said, “You know, I’m going to need to make sure you don’t tell now, Amber. Girls come with me.”

Gingerly, nervously, they walked with him to his bedroom. Out of a drawer by his bed be brought out two ball gags.

“Of course you have those,” said Amber before he had deftly placed the ball in her mouth and secured the gag behind her. She was at a point now where she simply stood still, not resisting in the least.

Then he moved towards his daughter with the other one. “Why me??” she asked and he had to admit to himself he didn’t have a real justification. So he just didn’t say anything, gagging her just as he had Amber. Her look afterwards was somehow both pleading and resigned. 

“And to make sure you don’t take them off,” he said, and he now had two pairs of handcuffs. Amber rolled her eyes. He laughed and told the girls to turn around.

Having cuffed his naked, gagged daughter and her naked gagged girlfriend, he led them to the garage.

“omr Kmmphs?” Amber said.

 “What?” he asked.

“Oommrr. Knnmmphs?”

Over the years he’d gotten pretty good at understanding ball gag speak. “Oh, well, you can’t put them on now that I hand cuffed you so… you’ll just have to go without.

Both girls, picturing being paraded around naked and handcuffed in public, began squealing. Of course it made no sense for them to think this—public nudity wasn’t illegal but it would still look really suspect and people would ask too many questions. Stan had a different solution.

Once they were in the garage, he opened up the trunk.

***

Twenty minutes later he was backing into Don’s driveway. Don was on his porch, ready to assist as Stan had called ahead to let him know about the trunk situation. They’d had a good laugh over it. Then Don explained his own garage was full of stuff he was working on so the girls would probably have to make a short walk from the car to the house. The two men agreed it was probably worth the risk, probably the girls would only be exposed to view for thirty seconds or so.

He got out of the car and shook Don’s hand. “Nice to meet you!” he said and Don replied “Likewise, so look before we get started do you want to go in for a drink?”

Stan paused taking this in, then grinned and said “That sounds pleasant!

Leaving the girls in the trunk—the temperature was about forty degrees Fahrenheit (4.5 Celsius) so they were going to get pretty cold but wouldn’t freeze to death or anything in the short time it took to down one drink—the men entered the house.

One drink did turn into two as they talked about their work, their hobbies and so on. When they finally did go back outside to retrieve them the girls were shivering like crazy. Stan opened the trunk minimally so as to expose the girls to the smallest angle of view possible. Don reached in and picked up Amber, standing her bare feet on the freezing concrete. She crouched over, terrified of being seen, and swiftly crouch-ran, handcuffed still, to her front door. Of course she couldn’t open it so she just hopped from one foot to the other as Lilliana did the same.

The men let the girls inside as quickly as possible and the two girls flooded into the home’s front room crying desperately and going straight to the fireplace.

Don gestured at them, huddled handcuffed on the floor and leaning into each other shivering, and chuckled. Stan followed suit.

“Well,” said Don. “I’ll be taking them down to the rec room shortly, are you going to want to come… monitor or…?”

Lillian looked up, pleading with her eyes. Stan put his hand up in a polite “no” gesture. “I appreciate that but, you trusted me with Amber, and I’ll trust you with Lilliana.”

Don seemed satisfied with this response and shook Stan’s hand again. “I do promise of course to take good care of her.” As Stan returned the handshake he pivoted towards the door so Don continued, “Once again it was very nice meeting you, probably won’t be the only time!”

Lilliana was staring wildly at her dad, crying through her gag.

“Probably not!” Stan started towards the door.

“Have a safe trip home and I’ll just… call you when I’m done?”

“That sounds great, Don!” and with that, Lillian now desperately squealing from her perch in front of the fireplace, Stan was out the door, Don closing it softly behind.

***

He got a call much quicker than he’d expected. He’d stopped at a little diner for a leisurely coffee when his phone rang and it was Don’s number. He answered, “Hello?” 

From the other end at first he only heard breathing.

“Is this Don?” he asked.

Then, quietly, “Da… dahahad?”

“Lilliana?”

“Dad he’s going to… he’s going to rape meeeeeee” and she trailed off into tears.

“Say again?”

“He’s got me all stretched out and bent around and it really really hurts and he says next he’s going to fuck my p-p-pussyyyyyyy”

Don was silent. This was unexpected.

“Dad?!”

“Okay, let me talk to Don okay?”

A sniffle, and then, “Okay.” Then, more quietly, not directed at the phone, “He says he wants to talk to you.”

Now Don’s strong chipper voice. “Hi Stan! What can I do for you?”

Stan asked, “Is what Lilliana said true?”

“Well, yes, that’s the plan. It’s how I punish Amber so, it’s how I’m going to punish your daughter too.”

“Alright, I just. I didn’t expect that.”

Don laughed and said “I didn’t expect Amber to come home looking like a zebra but she did, and I’m not at all unhappy about it. I like it. This whole thing is about not knowing what to expect, right?”

“Okay just. Can you wait, hold off just a few minutes, I want to come talk in person.”

“Of course Stan! I can kill some time, she’s not going anywhere.” He laughed and Stan could hear Lilliana crying out at this remark. “The door’s unlocked, and I’ll leave the rec room door open so you can just come on down okay?”

“Okay, should just be ten minutes or so.”

“No rush! We’ll be here!”

***

Stan found the “rec room” easily. It was their basement. As he rounded the corner at the bottom of the stairs the first person he saw was Amber.

He had to stare for some time to work out exactly what was going on with her. She was on her knees, her feet fully extended, her toes pointing straight back. Her big toes had yarn or string or something around them, pulling them backwards and anchoring them to eyelets in the floor. Her knees were very sharply bent such that she was firmly sitting on her extended feet. She could not rise from this position, seemingly not even a fraction of an inch, due to a metal bar that was fastened to the floor and laid tightly over her thighs right in front of her hips. This, together with ropes around her knees pulling them forward, completely immobilized her legs in a position that looked to Stan to be pretty excruciating to be forced to hold for any length of time. Absolutely no relief on the knees, no relief on the shins or ankles. 

Her nipples had tight clamps on them with a chain attaching them, and wrapped around a pole in front of her, forcing her to hunch over slightly. 

Her arms were behind her back, lifted up into a sharp strappado, tied together and attached by a rope to a horizontal pole overhead.

Her mouth was no longer ball gagged. Instead she was wearing a dental gag that was forcing her mouth to remain constantly, widely open.

In front of her face was a panel, and thrusting forward from that panel was a long, thick dildo.

A collar around her neck was attached to another firm pole, which in turn was attached to a machine which did one very simple thing. It simply moved, slowly and inexorably, back and forth. In one direction, this forced her open mouth to take in the dildo, all the way until her lips were touching the panel it was attached to. When it moved in the other direction, this pulled her face off the dildo, and simultaneously increased the tension in her strappadoed shoulders and clamped nipples considerably.

Moving forward, there was some relief in her shoulders and nipples, but she had to spend that time fully impaled on a ludicrously large cock and completely unable to breathe. Moving backward, she could catch a breath or two, but had to endure the feeling that her nipples might be ripped off or her shoulders torn from their sockets.

It was clear she had no control over the collar’s movement. It simply moved in its own perfect, steady, slow rhythm.

“Admiring my handiwork?” said Don from across the room. Stan had been so transfixed by the sight of Amber that he’d practically forgotten why he was even here.

He looked up, over at Don, and saw his daughter’s predicament.

She was strapped down tightly to a kind of table, but a table with moving parts for each limb. Her legs were each strapped to a separate panel of the table, and so were her arms, and so was her head.

The panels could apparently be made to take up all kinds of positions. Her legs were spread past a 180 degree angle, and had been also bent, from the hip, down slightly towards the floor, putting her hip joints in constant serious tension.

Her arms were stretched straight overhead, but also angled toward the floor, quite a bit more than her legs had been. Her arms were constantly trembling from this, desperately wanting to return to a more natural, relaxed position.

Her head was being propped up firmly, such that she could look nowhere except straight along the plane of her own body, at her own tits, pussy, and her wildly splayed legs.

Underneath her pussy area a panel of the table had been dropped down on a hinge, such that anyone who wished could stand directly adjacent to her pussy without fear of bumping into the table itself.

Don was standing by one her feet, idly jabbing a needle into her sole while she breathed roughly through her gag (the same one Stan had put on her almost an hour ago).

Stan replied to Don’s question, “It’s… a lot to take in!”

Don laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment!”

***

Stan approached Don while gazing at his daughter’s severely bound form. “I have to ask, do the joints ever…”

Don continued his laugh. “Stan, give me some credit! I have some experience with this and like I told you before, I’m medically trained. I know it looks bad and it does indeed hurt like maybe nothing else you’ve ever felt but she’s nowhere near the breaking point. To her it feels like she is, but she isn’t.”

Stan looked at her trembling, up-and-back-stretched armpit. “Huh!” he said in some amazement, and perhaps lingering disbelief.

Don was at her other armpit. “Actually, take a feel.”

“What do you mean?”

Don then unnervingly firmly grasped Lilliana’s armpit, rubbing her skin up and down over her bones. Not vigorously, but certainly with authority. Lilliana choked out a panicked scream.

Stan took the other armpit, more gingerly. “You can feel the bones in there, where they are in relation to each other. Just takes a little practice. Everything’s in good order, I’d have to crank this machine back several more degrees to hit any kind of danger zone.”

Stan carefully palpated Lilliana’s shoulder joint via her armpit. She screeched and cried through her gag while he felt the little bumps and ridges of her bones and tendons. He couldn’t pretend to really understand what he was feeling though. “So I guess with Amber you’ve never had any…”

“Accidents? Not a one. I really do know what I’m doing, Stan.” Don was starting to sound a little disappointed, as though Stan were failing him in some way.

The Don’s face switched to an impish grin. “Watch this,” he said, and with one finger he very lightly thumped Lilliana’s armpit.

Lilliana made a sound as though her shoulder had just dislocated. Stan was alarmed, but he saw no major motions in the joint and Lilliana’s yelp quickly subsided into the previous steady crying.

Don did it once more, eliciting yet another yelp, this time almost plaintive, and he laughed. Slapping her belly hard several times as though slapping a cabinet to show how steady it was, eliciting a series of shrieks from her, he said “See? The slightest touch is agony making her think it’s all falling apart, but it’s due more to fear and pain than to any serious risk.”

Stan couldn’t help himself. He grinned sheepishly as he raised his thumb and finger and lightly thumped his daughter’s other armpit. She gave yet another satisfying, panicked,  brief yelp, then (probably as it seeped into her consciousness that this time it had been her own dad doing it to her) sank into a helpless cry, long and sharp.

“That’s the spirit!” said Don.

“And your discipline methods work, I assume.”

“Well, I only get to bring Amber in here every other week or so, so yeah, she’s pretty well behaved I guess. But I’ll be honest I thought you were someone who understands this is more about your own entertainment than teaching the girls anything.”

Stan blushed. Changing the subject he said, “Right so, about the…”

“The fucking?”

“Yes, about that. I really wasn’t expecting that. How awful would it be for me to ask you to maybe not do that today?”

Don considered his response. “Is it that you want to fuck her first? I don’t mean to step on your toes…”

Stan blanched. “Oh no, it’s not that, we don’t have… that kind of relationship.”

Don’s eyebrow raised. “Oh!”

“I mean, you know what you’re doing to Amber is really unusual right?”

“Fucking as punishment?”

“Among other things.”

“Not as unusual as you think, Stan!”

He didn’t know what to say to that. “Well in any case no it’s not that I want to fuck her first. Like I said, I just had no idea this was even in the cards. It’s… like I said… a lot to take in. Maybe we just need some time…”

“Stan, I’ll never do anything to her you don’t give me permission to do, but I’ll admit if I don’t get to fuck her pussy tonight I’ll be really disappointed. I gave you carte blanche with Amber,” he gestured towards his own dark haired, olive skinned daughter still having her mouth raped and arms stretched by the machine in the corner. “I didn’t take you for someone who would renege on a deal.”

“Okay but how about, what if instead of Lilliana’s pussy you fucked her mouth or even… her asshole?”

Lilliana shook with indignation at this, even through her torments. But, Stan told himself, at least he’d be saving her from the worst possibility? 

Don grimaced, but then smiled. “Of course, I can do that, she’s your daughter. Part of Amber’s punishment is always that she has no control over which hole I fuck in any given session—or holes—and I thought I was giving your daughter the same treatment I give my own daughter but I can give her this lesser punishment instead. I’m not a man who insists.”

Stan nodded long and slow while Lilliana said things through her gag that were clearly obscenely angry.

“By the way, I wanted to show you something,” said Don, and gestured towards Amber in her predicament. “Look at this,” he said, walking over to her and jiggling a metal bit on the panel in front of her. It came loose and swung away on a hinge, pulling the dildo away and leaving her mouth fully open and unstuffed on her forward movements.

Stan came over and examined the panel. “Oh I see, it swings open and closed and you have a little locking mechanism. Neat, I guess to change dildos while she’s in the contraption?”

“That’s one purpose for sure. I want to repay you for your kindness today in letting me fuck your daughter, by offering you something in kind.”

Amber’s head moved several times forward at Stan’s pelvis then back, with her staring up at him, before it finally clicked.

“Oh.”

“Thank you for opening your daughter up fully to me, to be punished in just the same way I punish my own, just as I allowed you to do whatever you wish with mine earlier today.”

“…oh…”

“But if you prefer to set that limit I completely understand, Amber’s discipline is probably served better by the absurdly large dildo than by a real human cock anyway!”

He said that as he began walking back towards Lilliana. Lilliana hadn’t heard the conversation and stared hard at Don trying to divine what he might be about to do to her.

Stan looked down at Amber’s face moving back and forth, back and forth, her eyes still pleading up at him. Pleading to take place of the dildo? Or pleading for him to not to put his own cock in her mouth? He wasn’t sure.

“Don,” he said.

“Yes Stan?”

Stan closed his eyes, grimaced, and exhaled. Then he said “You’re right,” and unzipped his pants. 

Amber and Lilliana both started crying anew. Apparently Amber had been hoping to have the dildo back! 

“I have been incredibly rude, and you’ve been unbelievably gracious. Please,” he smiled and gestured towards his daughter, “Fuck Lilliana at your leisure. This is your house and your methods should prevail.

Don turned, and actually gave Stan a bow. “I do thank you for coming around.” Then he turned back to Lilliana, who commenced to screaming.

Stan took the place of the dildo, allowing the machine to slowly force Amber’s head down on his cock. She had no way to resist but he could see her neck muscles straining against the movement she was forced to make. Despite the distortion of her dental gag he could see her lips curl in disgust, tears renewing themselves in her already brightly moistened eyes.

He thrust forward a bit, to make sure every inch of him could feel her throat. This wasn’t the first time a girl had given him the deep throat treatment, but it was the first time he had ever forced this on a girl. If he’d been a little rough about it with some girls before, this was certainly the first time she could literally not escape from his cock by even a millimeter.

As she choked on him he almost came right there.

Letting the machine fuck his cock with her face he watched his daughter Lilliana quake with rage and despair as Don stood at her pussy and undid his own pants. At the first feeling of pressure against her pussy she broke into a beautiful, mourning wail. She now knew firmly she was not coming away from this situation unfucked. And then Don began thrusting, into her dry pussy between two sensitized, outstretched, panicking shaking hip joints.

The incredible pleasure and power of Amber at his mercy below. His daughter being violated, her loud protests completely ignored—no, appreciated as part of the joy of violation. He’d never formed an explicit desire to fuck his own daughter before. But he knew that what was happening now, raping Amber’s mouth while watching a man rape Lilliana’s pussy, was for him an experience orders of magnitude greater than simply fucking his own daughter would have been. When he came, as Don was coming into his daughter’s pussy, Stan nearly passed out from an ecstatic failure to breathe. It felt religious.

***

The drive home was silent. Lilliana sat in the passenger seat in clothes borrowed from Amber, periodically sobbing, mostly trying not to give her dad the satisfaction.

They pulled into their driveway, and he stopped the car. Before he had opened his door though, Lilliana intoned, “I was a virgin.”

Stan laughed a little too quickly. “We know that’s not true, I caught what have we been punishing you for all day?”

“I mean I never had a dick in me, Dad. I never had anything in me. Just… tongues, on my clit, that’s all.”

“…Oh.” 

“Before today I’d even thought I might let you be my first, Dad.”

“…oh…”

A few seconds of silence, then Stan continued, changing the subject because what could he say? “There was something I didn’t understand. Amber was so upset that I made you two fuck while I spanked you. She acted like it was the worst thing she could imagine. But the things that go on in her dad’s rec room--”

“Don’t call it that.”

Had she ever given him anything like a direct order before? This felt almost punishable. But he knew she’d been through a lot. He decided to be gentle. “Lilliana,” he said, very softly, almost caringly, “I’ll call it what I want.”

She sobbed and looked down at her lap.

“The things I saw in there,” he continued, not pushing the point, “So much worse than anything I did to Amber today. Like medieval torture. I mean, he rapes her, regularly.”

“Just like he raped me.”

“Just like he raped you, yes. But what was she so upset about if that’s where she’s coming from.”

Lilliana sighed. “It’s not confusing at all Dad. We fuck each other because we’re friends, we may even be in love. Or at least, might have been. I don’t know where all that is at now. Maybe her dad rapes her every two weeks but that’s between the two of them. When she—when we fuck each other or anyone else that’s our thing. We’re special to each other. And you took that and turned into pain. Into something dirty for you to enjoy. She probably made peace with her dad raping her some time ago. But there’s no making peace with what you did. Turning our love into torture.”

Stan considered this. “I guess… that’s a little over my head.”

She rolled her eyes, and though she had to move slowly due to her recent torment, her body language was clearly that of someone aggressively opening and slamming doors.

They entered the house, and walked into the main living area. Stan paused before saying it, but say it he did: “I notice the dishes aren’t done.”

Lilliana glared at him. “Are you seriously going to…”

He pointed at the dishes. She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, and gathered herself. Walking—shuffling, her hips were going to need some days to recover--over to the sink, she dropped her pants. That was the routine. If she didn’t finish the dishes, then she finished them while being spanked.

As she started up a stream of hot water into the sink, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She winced, but he kept it there. She tried to relax as his belt buckle came down to hit her bruised ass but she simply couldn’t keep it together. She fell to the floor, on her knees and elbows, weeping.

“I can’t,” she said. “Not tonight, I can’t.”

Her ass was pointed upwards directly at him, waving left to right, back and forth as she expressed her pain.

He knelt behind her, unzipped his own pants. At the sound she froze. “No. Wait.”

He placed his dick’s tip at the entrance to her asshole. He paused, not waiting for any kind of permission, but simply taking in the moment.

“Okay,” she said, but not to him. After a second, she said it again, and again was not saying it to him. Breathing carefully, she pushed backwards to take him in.