"Patty! Come here! You're going to piss me off if you don't answer me."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly emerged from my hiding place. Daddy was so mad. I'd never seen him like that before and I was afraid. When he'd caught Roger with his hand up my skirt and his mouth attached to my nipple, the shit had really hit the fan. Daddy had threatened to kill Roger, and to beat me. He was usually a gentle, loving man, and the fury with which he spoke sent terror rushing through me.

That was a week ago, and Daddy had barely even looked at me since that terrible day. The only time he spoke to me was to send me away to my room, whispering things like 'slut', and 'drain on my bank account'. When he'd told me to pack a bag, and that we were going to the cabin for a few days, I'd trembled with fear of what he intended to do to me once we got there. Daddy was a formidable disciplinarian when pushed, and I had definitely pushed him too far.

The whole two-hour drive was pure silence. I cowered in the passenger seat while Daddy drove, and when we arrived, he'd set me to unpacking the supplies, then once more I was sent to my room for the night, much to my great relief.

But I missed Daddy, and was filled with guilty remorse over what Roger and I had done. All through my life, Daddy was the one I turned to for comfort, love, and guidance, and now, he hated me. I couldn't bear the disappointment in his eyes, and the look on his face frightened me worse than anything. I could feel his anger festering like an untreated wound. The knowledge that I'd blackened Daddy's heart against me, seemingly forever, made me cry myself to sleep that first night, unaware of what would happen the next day.

It started out innocently enough. Daddy woke me rather tenderly and told me to come down for breakfast. Overjoyed by his sudden change of attitude, I dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and nearly ran down the stairs hoping to have some kind of pleasant contact with my beloved daddy.

"I got eggs, bacon, and toast little one." He said with a smile on his face.

Eagerly, I served myself a large portion and sat down beside Daddy after kissing him on his clean-shaven, Old Spice smelling cheek. We ate heartily, and Daddy smiled at me every now and then, furthering my feeling that all would be well.

After we were finished, I moved to collect the dishes and clean the kitchen when Daddy stopped me.

"We need to talk Patty. It's why I brought you here. So we could be alone without your mother finding out what happened between you and... that boy." He ground the last two words out through clenched teeth, clearly still upset.

My heart sank. "D-Daddy, I'm so sorry. I swear to God, nothing happened. You saw the worst of it. I swear Daddy. Please don't be angry with me any longer. I love you."

"Patty, it's not what I saw that disturbs me as much as what would have happened had I not come home when I did. You know the rules. You are not allowed to have male visitors when your mother and I are not at home. You clearly broke that rule and now you must suffer the consequences. I have decided your punishment. Your mother doesn't have to ever know about this, thank God."

Tears filled my eyes as I saw Daddy stand up and begin to unbuckle his belt. He hadn't whipped me since I was eight years old, but the memory was severe. As soon as I heard that old familiar whistle of his belt being ripped from the loops that held it, I reacted instantly, like Pavlov's dogs. Standing, I rushed headlong up the stairs, sobs wracking my chest painfully. Daddy's Doberman, King, was standing at the stair landing and I roughly pushed him aside, entered my room, and flung myself into the closet, knowing futilely that he would find me, yet needing to distance myself in some small way.

After hearing Daddy call out for several minutes, I knew I'd better go ahead and take my punishment, getting it over with as quickly as possible. Maybe we could go back to normal afterwards and I'd have my loving Daddy back once more.

I stood there, shaking and crying softly as I heard his footsteps echo up the stairs, and as soon as he stepped into my room, the sobs began anew.

"Daddy, please don't whip me. I-I'm too big for a spanking. Besides, I'm not a little girl anymore. Mom said it was okay to have a boyfriend... normal you know. I can't be your little girl forever. S-sooner or later, I have to start dating. College isn't even very far away and..." I broke off, seeing the look, knowing its meaning. 'Shut up while you're ahead'

His words chilled me. "I can't believe I raised such a slut. A whore. A filthy girl who enjoys men groping at her. I saw you that day. I saw the look on your face... the way you thrust your body up at him. Just begging for it, weren't you?" Breathing in a strange, heavy way, he tightened his grip on the belt and approached me, nudging King out of the way. "Yes, I called you a slut and a whore because that's what you are. How long have you been having sex? Have you fucked him yet? Sucked his cock?"

Dumbfounded, I could only stare at him. Daddy had rarely even cursed in front of me before, and now he was saying all these things, all these nasty, vile things. I stared, wild-eyed and held my breath.

"Answer me you little slut! You'd better tell me everything right now, or I'm going to really tan your ass."

Terrified, I thought back to that day. It was true that I had no idea how long Daddy had been standing there, watching Roger and I. Had he seen me slide my tongue hungrily into Roger's mouth? Had he seen me slip my hand down the front of Roger's pants? Had he seen me pressing down onto Roger's blissfully firm fingers? All I remembered was the look on Daddy's face when I noticed him standing there. It was wild and frightening, but he had been utterly silent until the moment our eyes locked, almost as if he liked what he was seeing.

"D-Daddy, I swear, I promise, you saw all that happened. Please Daddy. Please. I beg you not to whip me. I'll be good. I'll be good forever Daddy. Please!"

"Tell me slut. Tell me now goddamnit!" And he stepped closer. Close enough that I could hear his rapid breathing clearly.

"We just touched each other Daddy. I swear! I promise! Please... please Daddy... please believe me!"

"Where did he touch you? Tell me. Tell me now!"

"P-please. Daddy..."

"NOW!"

"He touched my b-breasts. And... down there."

"Slut. Whore." He whispered. "My daughter's a dirty little slut. Down where?"

Embarrassed and deeply afraid, my mind turned over and over around the obscene turn this day was taking. Picking up on the vibes that filled my small room, it somehow registered that Daddy was turned on. He was excited from talking to me that way. Lowering my eyes a fraction, I saw that Daddy had a huge bulge in his pants, just like Roger, only bigger. Daddy was turned on by me!

"M-my vagina. He touched my vagina Daddy. That's all, I swear!"

"Your cunt. He touched your dirty little pussy, didn't he? Say it!"

I had no choice really. It was obvious that he was going to persist. Humiliated, I lowered my eyes and whispered the words he wanted to hear. "He touched my p-pussy Daddy."

"He put his fingers up your cunt. He fucked you with his fingers. He touched your little clit, and you... you whore... you liked it. Didn't you?"

"N-no!"

"DO NOT FUCKING LIE TO ME!! Tell me slut! DID YOU LIKE IT?!"

I broke then. Scared and disoriented, the room spun like mad. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I liked it Daddy! I liked it!" And I cried. I sank to the floor, buried my face in my hands and cried my heart out. Never had I been so humiliated in my life... but that was about to change.

"Take your fucking clothes off." His eyes were the worst. They were dark, strange-looking, and so intently focused on me.

"D-Daddy. No. Please, please, please Daddy!"

"I will beat you till you bleed you little whore. Don't you dare raise your voice to me or disobey me. Take off the fucking clothes. Do it NOW!"

Trembling, I slipped the shirt off and fumbled for the snap to my shorts while Daddy shooed King out and closed the door. "Look at you," he said, "not even wearing underwear. You are such a fucking slut. But we'll fix that. Yes, we'll fix you good little girl."

It was then that I saw what the belt was really for. He came toward me quickly, anger and sick lust marking his face. "Naked little slut. Dirty whore. I'll teach you. I'll show you what happens to little girls that turn dirty."

I was silent, big tears blurring my vision, heart racing. My breasts were heaving, large for my size, my labored breathing sent them bobbing up and down as Daddy secured my wrists to the leg of the dresser against which I was pushed. Turning his attention to my legs, he stretched them out and pulled two lengths of rope from his back pocket. I swallowed, realizing he had planned this. Daddy had planned the possible rape of his own little girl. The knowledge staggered my mind and I began to beg in ragged rushes of air, my words barely discernible, my head twisting violently as I struggled to get away.

When the slap came, it caught me totally off guard. My head whipped back and my fear turned swiftly to cold, cold panic. He was out of control, driven by something deep, and utterly dark. I knew I was trapped, and that Daddy was going to have his way with me no matter what I did. My only hope was to be good and pray that he would regain his senses soon.

"Be still whore!" And then he tied my ankles. The first one to the leg of the bed, and the second one to the other side of the dresser. In the process, he'd had to bend my knees until my ankles were almost behind me, and pull my thighs wide apart. There I was, spread open, my body completely available. The strain on my legs was immediate and pain coursed through me as I groaned through a fog of fear. I could well imagine how I must look. My long blonde hair tumbling in curly waves around my face and shoulders, my full breasts still heaving as I cried, my flat tummy dancing as I struggled against my bonds, and my thighs quivering from fear and strain. Surely Daddy would see now that his little girl was in trouble, then he would stop this insanity, let me go, and take me home. But Daddy wasn't thinking like Daddy; he was like a stranger to me, and excited beyond reason.

Watching me struggle only worsened the situation. I stared in sick horror as Daddy unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, releasing what looked to me like the largest cock in the world. He stood there stroking it for a full minute before he again approached me.

"Is my cock as good as that boy's cock? Answer me whore. Answer your father now!"

Having no idea what to say, I simply nodded and kept my eyes glued to his erection. I saw a drop ooze slowly from its tip. It seeped out, milky white and thick, then dripped down the side of his shaft. Daddy rubbed it urgently into the red toned flesh of his pulsing prick. I was afraid, so afraid, but spellbound by the site of Daddy, naked and turned on. I felt the warmth of his body as he came closer.

"Did you suck him Patty? Did you? Did you suck his big cock into your mouth and drain him dry?" A shudder ripped through Daddy's body, and that he called me by name belied my earlier hope that he was so caught up that he had forgotten who I was. My predicament was reaching a point that disturbed me even further. My body was relaxing and I even felt a little excited watching Daddy stroke his big cock. What was happening to me? I shook my head violently, trying hard to make him understand that I hadn't sucked Roger's cock. I ignored the voice in my head that whispered to me... 'the only reason you didn't suck it was because Daddy came home.'

"No? That must have been a big disappointment to a slut like you. Oh, but maybe not. After all, you must have enjoyed the way he fucked you with his fingers. Hmm? You did say you like it."

"N-no Daddy... I mean yes." I choked.

Suddenly, my face was in his hands. He ripped me forward by my chin and stared me dead in the eyes. "Bitch! Fucking little slut! Let's see how you like this!"

And he was inside me. His fingers ripping a swath of pain that made me cry out loud.

"Yes, just what I thought. The little whore likes it. You like my fingers touching you. You enjoy the way they slide in so easily... so deeply into your wet little cunt."

I cringed and cried my pain out loud, "Daddy!!! No, it hurts... it hurts... it hurts... oh my God, it hurts! P-please stop!" but he only pressed in deeper, harder, faster. "Oh! Ungh! Stop it Daddy! You're hurting me! P-please! Please!"

Miraculously, he did stop. He rose, gripped his cock and stroked mightily. Inches from my face, he rubbed his fleshy meat up and down, groaning loudly. He reached down, hefted his ball sack and beat harder. "Gonna fucking cum. Gonna cum on you slut. Gonna cum! Gonna cum in your fucking little whore face, and you're gonna take it all. Slut bitch, nasty little whore. Take Daddy's cum. Take it! Unh... unh... here it comes you fucking slut!!"

Reaching down, he grasped my chin once more, pointed his cock at my face and howled as the first shot struck me in the nose. I gasped, opening my mouth in surprise, and Daddy shoved forward instantly, driving his spurting cock in so deeply I gagged and coughed and choked on his thick, creamy cum. Again and again he plunged his dick into my mouth while I struggled to breathe. Moaning loudly, he grasped my hair and pulled me onto his cock, insuring that the last few squirts would trickle down my throat.

Panting heavily, he removed his dick and stood there looking down at me. Tears flowed unchecked down my face and I struggled to breathe past the glob of semen that still filled my mouth. "Swallow it like a good slut, or I'll beat your ass." He said quietly.

Defeated, I swallowed and followed it down with huge gulps of air to replenish my starved lungs. Daddy put his pants back on and looked at me sadly. "Are you happy now Patty? See what you've driven me to?"

Turning, he reached the door and opened it. With one last look back, he was gone, leaving me sitting there, his cum drying on my face, his taste in my mouth. I heard him whisper as he shut the door behind him. "Dirty little cum slut."

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How long I sat there, I have no idea. I cried and screamed even, all to no avail. Daddy hated me and wasn't going to come back. He wasn't going to let me go. At one point I convinced myself that he'd gone away and left me to die, then I heard him climb the stairs and go into the bathroom. As soon as the toilet flushed, he made his way back downstairs.

My stomach began to grumble as I watched evening drift through the window. All day I'd sat there, my tortured body in pain and now hungry. Worst of all, I had to urinate, and badly. Indecision tore at me for a long time before I finally decided that I had no choice but to call for him.

"Daddy!"

"Daddy! I'm sorry Daddy! So sorry! I swear I'll be good, but I have to go to the bathroom!"

Nothing, not a peep, not a sound, just endless silence and increasing pressure on my bladder. I began to beg loudly, promising to be good, promising anything if he'd just let me go pee.

At last, I heard him coming. The door opened and a sheepish face peeked in. Frightened, I stared at Daddy, and began to cry.

"Patty. Oh honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, please forgive me; I don't know what came over me. I've been sitting down there kicking myself for what I've done to you."

"Daddy, please, just let me go. I need to pee so bad. Hurry!"

Carefully, a look of horror on his handsome face, he moved forward and began to untie the knot around my right ankle. King was also in the room, edging in close, hoping for a pet, or a pat on the head. I ignored the dog and struggled to hold my bladder.

"Hurry! Hurry Daddy! Please!"

With one leg free, the blood returning slowly to my muscles, Daddy worked on the left knot, but it was stuck fast. He worked hard, but could not seem to release me. King was prancing now, making animal sounds and sniffing my body. I kicked at him and begged Daddy to hurry.

"I'm trying baby. Almost done."

Suddenly, I shuddered, knowing it was too late. "Oh no! Daddy, I can't help it..." and a tiny little squirt of urine shot out from between my legs. At that moment, King lunged forward. He stuck out his long wet doggy tongue and began to lap at the little spot of piss that clung to my cunt lips. I cried out in horror, pulling away, but was sufficiently shocked enough to stop any further flow of urine from my bladder. "Daddy, make him stop and hurry. I gotta go real bad!"

"Oh my God Patty! Oh my fucking God."

Puzzled, I raised my face and saw that look on Daddy's face again. He was staring down at the dog as he lapped at the edges of my pussy.

"No Daddy! Make him stop!" I groaned. "Go away King! Go away!" But with my hands tied, and one leg still bound, I could only squirm.