Title: Daddy's Room
Author: Tiffany Meat
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Publisher: Lot’s Cave
Length: 5,704 Words
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The harsh, burning pain of daddy’s belt across my ass was matched only by the brutal thud of Clyde’s leather soled shoe smashing my tits.
“STOP IT! YOU TWO ARE HURTING ME! STOP IT!”
Their response was to laugh at me and continue to beat the living crap out of me. They followed me about the men’s room, dragging me out from the toilet stalls where I had tried to hide. The more I resisted them, the harder they beat me. Pretty soon, my tits, hips, every part of me were covered in black and blue bruises.
“Mr. Jones, pardon my saying so, but you ain’t giving your daughter what she needs.”
Daddy stopped the beating and asked him what he meant.
“Man, for one thing, if bitches don’t bleed, they won’t listen to you.”
“Bleed? What the fuck do you mean, Clyde?”
Clyde smiled at me and then looked up at daddy. “Here, let me pop open my pocket knife and show you.”
His pocket knife was really a small sword. It was shiny, and the edge had a sadistic quality to it. I was so sore, and destroyed, both physically and emotionally, the only response I could offer was a whisper. “Please, don’t!”
Daddy giggled while Clyde turned me over and began to carve his initials on my right butt cheek. I heard him say something about ‘tagging’ my butt before I passed out. Things were really starting to go south for me.
When I woke up later, I was hanging from the bathroom. My father and Clyde managed to secure my wrists around an overhanging pipe and I was supported by my wrists. Oh, and I was butt naked with black and blue bruised on my body; at least the parts I could see.
I began to cry. “Daddy, why? Daddy, please don’t!”
Daddy turned to face me, placing a car antenna on a table. Next to the table, Clyde was twisting a leather belt.
“Sweetheart, Clyde and I have decided to punish you for being such a racist slut. Clyde convinced me that the best way to break white racist sluts like you is to whip the living shit out of you until you pass out and then continue whipping you until you can’t take it no more. I’m glad that Clyde was able to help me realize just how racist you are. This is for the best, sweetheart.”
I now started to cry; sobbing like a little girl wasn’t going to cut it. If I wanted to survive without major plastic surgery, I had to somehow make them change their minds.
“NO! I’M NOT RACIST! DADDY, YOU’RE GOING TO MUTILATE ME!”
You wanted to go about the house, half naked, showing off your butt crack and pointy nipples...?
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eBook TAGS Father Daughter Incest, Sado Masochism BDSM, Interracial Sex, Dubious Consent Impregnation