He moved toter than she wouiid have thought it possible for a man his age to move. Before she knew it, he had her arm behind her back and was forcing her to waiik across the room.
'I don't know who you're shacked up with up here, slut,' he told her. 'And I don't care. Maybe you've gotten yourself a pimp, maybe you're selGng it on your own. Hell, you might be giving it away.
'But, you're my daughter find I'm not going to stand for it. I tried to give you a good Gfe and you took advantage of me. So I'm going to teach you a lesson you'd never forget.'
Suddenly, he was seated and drag; trig her across his lap. Lyn's feet fdaiiled as she realized his intention. An he did wu increue the pressure on her arm and say: 'Stop kicking.' The pain im her shoulder wu so severe that she obeyed.
Whihhhaaaapppp!
His hand slammed onto her bare buttock, seniing pain courFang through her body.
'Nnngii.oghhhh!' Lyn screamed, the gag muffing the sound.
'Hurts, doesn't it?' he asped. 'Think how I felt when I found out you were a where. I promised myself when I heard that that- I was going to hurt you u much u you hurt me.'
Whhhhaaaapppp!
His hand 1 iisnded on the other us cheek, stinging, making her kick involuntadliy.
Agilun and agiun he swung his beefy hand, raining blows on her naked us unto it was red all over and stonging Gke crazy. Lyn had given up trying to get away, had tried to deaden her mind to the assault. She had been only partiany successful, but she had found an inner strength that she Hahn' known she possessed. i'Z/ get out of thu, she vowed, somehow! get out of thins.
He twisted her arm, bringing her back to her feet. Slowly, with the strange expression even more pronounced on his face, he swtmg his hand and slashed his palm across her nipple. Lyn jumped, teaming, to her distress, that any motion on her part only added to the pain in her shoulder.
'See,' he said, 'you can't do anything but hurt.
If you stand still, it won't hurt u bad. And there won't be any chance of any real injury. You keep jumping around like that, and you might dislocate your shoulder.'
Lyn gulped and stood there, trying not to feel ohe pain u he closed his hand over an out thrust tit and twisted it harshiiy, making her knees buckle.
He caught the other hand and twisted it, then pushed her away.
'Don't move,' he snarled at her as he got up and took off his jacket.
From the inside pocket, he withdrew an important-looking document. 'This is my will,' he told her u he stood over her. 'Under it, you'd get elrerything I own. Tomorrow, I'n change that. I'll leave you a single toner and Joyce will get the rest.'
If she hadn't been gagged, Lyn would have told him he could do whatever he wanted with what he owned, that so she wanted to do was get away from him and never see him again. But she was scared to try removing the gag. If she did, he'd really hurt her.
He rose and stripped off his shirt, then pulled his belt from the loops of his trousers. She cowered atiunst the wall as he stood over her, the belt dangling.
Swwwiiisssshhhh!
The belt swooped through the air and slashed across her tits. Lyn's body arched involuntarily.
Crack!
The next blow caught her on the haunch. She hopped to her feet and tried to get away from him.
Swwwwiiiisssshhhh!
Again he struck her tits. Lynn fell to her knees and made a praying gesture with her hands. He just shook his head and struck her on the still-smarting buns.
'Begging won't do you any good,' he told her, flicking the belt in such a way that the end curled between her thighs and smashed into her cunt.
All she could do was hope he'd tire of beating her before she passed out with pain. That, and think of how good it had been with Frank, how gentle he had been with her. Her father was hurting her more than Millie had and she felt more humiliated by this beating. Willie was just a cheap hoodlum. This was her father.
He seemed to know exactly what he was doing vith the belt as he flicked and slashed it at her body. Not one of the blows was hard enough to raise welts, but each bins the belt landed, it sent pain racing through her tortured young body. He seemed to like it when she writhed and twisted in her attempts to avoid being hit on the more sensible parts of her body, and he usually caused the belt-tip to strike her on her his or cunt.
Suddenly, he dropped the belt, reached down and yanked her to her feet. His hands closed over her his and he sodueezed them again, hurbng her the way he twisted the resilient flesh of the jaunty mounds. With a hard shove, he threw her backward across the bed.
Before she could comprehend what was going to happen, he had opened his tresses and thrust them and his shorts down. Lyn threw up her hands to ward him off as she realized his intentions. ъ it did no good. He shoved her hands aside as if they were nothing as he fell on her. She writhed and twisted, trying to get away from him but atl he did was laugh.
'What's the matter, getbng squeamish? Maybe you want ytour money fist?' he taunted. 'Well, this is one fuck you've already gotten paid for. All the money I've spent on you, 1 figure I'm entitled to a little of your ass.'
Lyn tried to claw at him, but he caught her hands and stretched them above her head, pinning them to the mattress with one large hand. Slowly, lewdly, he began caressing her lush body with the other hand, rubbing it over her his and thighs, which he was holding apart with his hips.
'How much were you getbng a trickni' he demanded. 'Fifty, a hundred deltas? Or were you taking whatever you could get?
'You know,' he mused as he forced his hand – between her thighs and began stroking her curlt, ~Tn set you could get a hundred dollars. Yeah, to bet there're plenty of men that'd pay a hundred dollars for a shot at this pussy of your.'
Her twat was dry but he drove two tinges into it as deep as he could. Lyn's flesh seemed to crawl as he sawed his finFrs in and out of her dry cunt, his nails scratching at the delicate membranes.
'Nnnnggghhhh!' Lyn moaned from behind the gag. He looked at her and leered as he ducked his head and started biting at her tits. 'Yeah, i it bet there're plenty of guys that'd pay a hundred dollars to be getting a piece of your ass.'
From the way he was moving his legs, she knew he was kicking his trousers and shorts off. He's amp;oing to fuek me! the astonished Siri thought. My n own father is going to fuck met His teeth were savap on her already abused his, sucking hard at them when he wasn't biting them.
He made no move to touch her clit, just jammed his fingers in and out of her dig cuntbole as he bit and chevied on her tits while she turnedher head and cried steadily.
Co ahead and get it over witA, she silently begged. i know i ean't-stop you. You're stronger than i am and you've already beaters me so mueh] can 't hwt any more. Just get it oPer with and ~eePe ~7 mf a~one.
She could feel his stiff cock resbng against her thigh. It was nowhere near as big as Frank's, but she knew it would hurt if he rammed his cock into her before her cunt was wet enough.
That was what it seemed he wits going to do. He was drawing his bmgers out of her twat, grabbing his cock and guiding the head of it to the dilated opening of her snatch. Brutally, he slammed forward, driving his eock into her cunt. Lyn bucked from pain and he grinned down at her as he ground his loins into her snatch.
'Let's see if you're worth a hundred dollars, where,' he rasped. 'iYou better be. You better I ive me a good fuck or In teach you a few more lessons. I've got so the bins I want. I'm going to keep you here unbid I think I've gotten my money's worth from you.'
You bastard, Lyn thought as he drove his cock into her cunt agiun and again. it's not enough that yours raping met you want me to reaet to he~p make It betterforyou.
At rst, she wasn't going to do a thing. Then slit decided that it might be better if she responded, if she d d as he wanted. The scarier he was finished with her, the sooner she might be allowed to leave.
The next bins he thrust forward, she heaved her ass up to meet his incoming cock. 'Yeah,' he grunted, twisting her his c uelly as he drove his eock into her cunt again: 'Yeah, that's it, you little stat, fuck me back. Let me see how you earned that money Joyce found hidden in your room.'
Lyn had hoped that Joyce and Wiilie might have been content to merely drive her away from home.
