Mom is out on a business trip and Daddy wanted to have a little fun. 😉
I waved goodbye to Mom as Emma, my 13 year old sister came back inside, Dad following close behind her. Mom was leaving for a month to France for a business trip so Emma (13), Lilly (14), Grace (15), and I (16), were home with alone with our dad for all of July.
Grace wasn’t feeling well and had a stomach bug for the first two days she was gone, so the first week my sisters and I spent taking care of her, our dad spending most of his time in his “workshop”.
Dad’s workshop was in the back room of the basement, and was soundproof so none of the tools could be heard upstairs, or that’s what he said. My sisters and I weren’t allowed in there because of the “dangerous machinery” he had down there so we just stayed out.
“Cassie! Come here for a second please!” Dad’s voice echoed from the basement.
I didn’t question it, he probably just needed my help with getting some food upstairs for dinner or something. I went down the basement stairs and was met with a warm hand covering my mouth and another wrapping around my waist.
“Don’t make a sound, got it?” Dad whispered in my ear. I nodded and he quickly snapped a black leather collar around my neck with a chain leash. “Crawl.” He commanded and I did so, and he led me back into his workshop.
I gasped at what I saw. Black sound cancelling foam lined the walls and Ron’s of BDSM toys lined the walls and tables of the open room. A king sized bed was at one end of the room and had plain white sheets and four pillows all line sup in one line across the top of the bed.
He pulled me by the chain towards an empty table with metal cuffs built into it. He pulled me up by my hair and threw me on the table, cuffing my wrists and ankles so I was spread eagle on the wood.
He removed the collar and pulled out his pocket knife. My breath sped up as he dragged the blade down my front, cutting my shirt in half and ripping it off me, leaving me in my red bra. He ran his hands over my chest and smiled, cutting my bra off too. Next he cut off my shorts and panties, throwing them on the floor with my shirt and bra.
Dad let out a cold laugh and slapped my bare pussy, making me shriek. He laughed again and left me to struggle against the restraints.
Dad came back with Grace crawling behind him. Dad yanked her up and cuffed her wrists to the ceiling near the table I was on, so she could see me. He quickly cut off her clothes and tossed them with mine, leaving again and repeating this with Emma and Lilly.
Dad smacked my pussy again, making my hips buck up involuntarily. He laughed again and said, “Look at your sister’s aching cunt, just begging to be fucked. Look at you, all pretty and pink, nice and tight.”
Tears started to well up in my eyes as he dragged his hands down my body, pausing to squeeze my boobs and tweak my nipples, coaxing small whimpers out of me.
Dad laughed again, landing a sharp smack on my right tit. “Such a dirty whore, making those noises. You like sto be treated like a slut, don’t you?”
I whined and looked away, his sharp smack landing on my face. “Look at me!” He shouted and I turned. “You respond to my questions with words. Got it?”
“Yes.” All my sisters and I said in unison.
“Yes, Daddy.” He corrected.
“Yes Daddy.” We repeated and he smiled, pleased with himself.
“Good girls.” He smiled, slapping my cunt again, his palm landing on my clit, making me yelp. “Now, watch as I make your sister cum.” He said, dragging his hands down my thighs.
He roughly shoved two fingers into my folds, pumping back and forth. I let out a moan as he curled his fingers up to hit my gspot. He laughed again. “So tight for me. I bet you like to be used like a slut. You’re such a whore. Are you a virgin, Cassie? So pretty and perfect all for me?”
“Y-yes Daddy. I’m a v-virgin.” I moaned out as his thumb cane down to rub my clit harshly.
I moaned and nicked my hips up into his hand, seeking more. “You better beg to cum, slut. Got it?” He chided slamming his hand even tougher into me.
“Yes Daddy! Please! Can I cum Daddy?” I shouted, trying to gain more friction.
“Not yet, whore. Don’t you cum yet.” He growled, shoving a third finger inside me and pumping back and forth harshly.
“Please Daddy! Please let me cum!” I shouted again, tears spilling down my cheeks.
“Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Are going to behave for me?” He bent down and growled in my ear, swiping his fingers over my gspot again.
“Yes Daddy! I’ll be such a good girl! Please let me cum!” I begged, my chest heaving.
“Cum for me slut.” He growled again.
I tightened around his fingers, my thighs shaking as I moaned out loudly, cumming on his fingers as he continued his harsh pace through my orgasm.
“Good girl.” He pulled his fingers out of me and shoved them in my mouth. I cleaned off my juices from his fingers, the sticky white liquid going slowly down my throat.
Dad walked over and uncuffed my sisters, hooking them to a rail that ran around the table with handcuffs. “Now, you three are going to make your sister cum again for me, got it?” Dad asked, landing a sharp smack on Grace’s ass.
She yelped and a chorus of “Yes Daddy.” came from them.
“Emma, you start. Give her pussy a kiss, would you?” Dad laughed and forced her head down. She gave a soft kitten kiss to my clit, making me suck my stomach in. “Oh come on, you can do better than that. Give it a few licks for me, make it feel good for your sister.” He commanded, forcing Emma’s head back down.
Emma’s tongue swept over my slit and I bucked my hips up to her mouth as she sucked on my clit. I moaned out again, grinding against her face as best as I could. Emma alternated from licking my clit to pushing her tongue inside me, making loud slurping noises. I was reduced to a moaning mess quickly. The stimulation on my over sensitive clit making me approach my orgasm a lot faster.
Dad yanked Emma’s head away as I bucked my hips up, looking for the loss of friction. “Lilly! Your turn.” Dad smiled as my sisters rotated around the table so Lilly was line sup with my cunt, Emma’s face still coated in my wetness hovering over mine.
Lilly started to lick my cunt, her head being forced up and down by Dad. “Grace, I think your sister’s tits aren’t getting enough attention, don’t you agree? Why don’t you fix that, suck on her nipple for me.” Dad smirked as he forced Grace’s head down, her tongue wrapping around my harden bud.
“Emma, go work on the other one.” Dad commanded and Emma shifted so she was on the other side, repeating the motions with her mouth.
Three mouths on me proved to be too much for me. “Daddy, please can I cum? Please!” I cried out as Lilly ran her tongue over my clit.
“But Grace hasn’t had her turn yet. Come here, Grace.” Dad gestures for her to come to him and she moved down to my cunt, wrapping her lips around my clit and biting gently.
My hips jumped and I let out a long low moan. “Emma, switch to Cassie’s other tit so Lilly can have the one you’re working on.” Dad said, smacking my tit that wasn’t occupied by a mouth.
Two minutes later and I was begging to cum. “Please Daddy! Please can I cum Daddy?!” I moaned, pleasure racking through me.
“Oh I suppose so.” He sighed and and cane all over Grace’s face, he tongue still lapping at my clit as I came.
“Hm. Two orgasms in twenty minutes. Let’s see how many we can drag out of you on an hour.” Dad said checking his watch. “Emma, up in the table, I want you to sit on your sister’s face.”
Emma climbed on my face, her cunt sitting on my lips. She adjusted every time I let out a breath. “OH SHIT!” I shouted as an ice cub was pushed into my cunt.
“Cassie, return the favor to your sisters.” Dad said, smacking my clit again before pushing another ice cub into my dripping cunt, letting out a hot breath on my slit, making me jerk in pleasure.
I licked at Emma’s pussy, sucking her clit in between my teeth. I heard her moans above me, her thighs squeezing the sides of my head. I let out moans at the ice cubes being trailed over my asshole, nipples, and stomach.
“Grace, Lilly, suck Emma’s nipple for me.” Dad ordered above me. I cried out again as two teethed nipple clamps were put on me, digging into my overstimulated buds.
“Daddy can I cum, please?” Emma begged above me, her hips grinding on my face.
“Cum.” Dad’s voice said from above us, his hand coming down and rubbing her clit as I licked up her cum and swallowed it.
“Lilly, come climb on up.” Dad patted the table as Lilly climbed into my face, Grace and Emma sucking on her chest.
I let out a sharp yell of pain as an entire seven inch long dildo was forced into my virgin cunt, pumping back and forth fast and rough. Lilly came a lot quicker with me a morning mess under her. As she climbed off I yelled out. “Daddy can I please cum?! Please Daddy!” I begged.
“Not until Grace does.” He said, quickening his pace with the dildo. I rushed to make Grace cum, her hips grinding against my face as I tongue fucked her, my nose rubbing against her clit. She came all over my face, climbing off I started to beg Dad again, just barley holding on to my orgasm.
“Please! Let me cum Daddy! Please!” I begged as he started to rub my clit with his other hand.
“Cum for me.” He growled as I screamed and let go of my orgasm, cum dripping from between my legs, my vision darkening on the edges.
When I finally came to again, my sisters were all strapped to the bed side by side with one spot left for me. But Dad had different plans.
Dad blindfolded me, obscuring my vision completely, gagged me with a matching cloth, and put noise cancelling headphones on my head, depriving me off all my senses.
I jumped when I felt his hand rough on my chest, squeezing my breast and tightening the clamp until it was painful. His hand left me and then there was a vibrator between my thighs, positioned on my clit. Ten minutes of begging to cum, the headphones finally came off and “Cum.” was whispered in my ear.
I let go and felt him undoing the gag and as well as the restraints, leaving the blindfold and putting the headphones back on.
Dad led me over to the bed, tossing me on the center roughly and cuffing my wrists to the headboard and my ankles to the corners.
Not being able to hear I bucked when I felt a cunt grind against mine, clits running together, hands rubbing at my breasts. A warm mouth crashed to mine, it’s tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I kissed back, battling the tongue and moans. Minutes passed and I felt one of my sisters cum on my pussy, my headphones sliding off a si was begging to cum.
“Two taps on your neck means you can cum.” Dad’s voice growled in my ear and let the headphones smack back against my ears.
Another cunt started to grind against mine, hands rubbing at my chest and mouth kissing me. I mai ed and begged, asking to cum, but the taps never came. I felt as my second sister came all over my pussy, her cum mixing with the one before hers.
A third pussy slammed into mine, hands groping my tits, mouth kissing me. She came minutes later, me still begging to cum.
Finally, the two taps came on the side of her neck as her orgasm crashed ove ever in waves.
This repeated for days throughout the month. We were all cuffed to the bed to sleep, ate at the table I was cuffed to everyday, were fucked through the house whenever he want to fuck us, and were only allowed to shower on Saturdays, so we were covered in sweat and cum for a whole week.
The last day, the day before Mom came home, my sisters were free to go about their lives with the promise that they would say nothing to anyone, but I was still in the basement.
Dad cuffed me face down on the table and attacked my back, butt, and thighs with a flogger, red marks and some drying blood covered my back. He hit me with the flogger for at least an hour, ignoring my moans and screams.
Finally he filled me over and threw me on the bed, pinning me down with his body. He roughly shoved his nine inch dick inside me, slamming into me ruthlessly. Bruises were forming on my hips and thighs from where he was pounding into me.
Finally he let me cum, before cumin inside me. He cuffed me to the bed and came back every hour for a half hour and fucked me, hard enough that blood stained the sheets.
By the end of the day I couldn’t walk, my knees wouldn’t hold my weight, and there was a reasonable sized puddle of dried blood on the bed. I knew he had ripped something inside me, but I couldn’t bring myself to care, I felt to damn good.