Dear Diary 1977 : Homecoming - Vol 2
Copyright© 2026 by Emily Wendling
Chapter 6
Fiction Story: Chapter 6 - My eyes watered, tears mixing with the drool, streaming down my face as I was face fucked into oblivion, the sound of my gagging and screaming the only music in the dark room. The assault was so intense, so overwhelming, that my body began to rebel. It was not just saliva. It was a physical expulsion of fluids triggered by the sheer thickness of the intrusion. I gagged, a convulsive heave that had no escape route, and it came out in a thick, clear stream of mucus.
Caution: This Fiction Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Incest Father Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Torture White Male White Female Anal Sex Oral Sex Voyeurism
She obeyed with promptness, dropping down on all fours on the cold stone floor and staring up at him with big, terrified, pleading eyes, her body trembling violently as she awaited his next command. Rudy Blair’s cock twitched visibly as he stared down at her, his expression turning malevolent as his eyes traced the curve of her spine before moving down to overtake the ripe, luscious globes of her full, fleshy buttocks. The skin there was pale and translucent, showing the faint, blue veins that spiderwebbed beneath the tender surface of her buns.
Tremors of anticipation rippled down her back like cold water as she awaited his next command, her body tense and trembling. He raised the flogger high over his head and brought it cracking down across her buttocks with a resounding, loud blow. The leather lash stung into the wobbling flesh, leaving a long, angry red welt immediately rising to the surface. Kristy screamed in sheer pain, her facial features contorting into a mask of agony as she tried to jerk away from the assault.
Jennifer Meininger should have made a sound. She should have called out, or moved, or done something that a person did when they witnessed something that made no sense and also made terrible, awful sense at the same time. Instead, she stood on the stairs with her hand still on the railing and her bare feet cold wooden stairs and she watched.
Rudy growled with deep, animalistic pleasure and grunted audibly as he brought the lash down again, slashing into her buttocks with brutal force. The force of his blows traveled along his arm like an electric shock, sending hot bolts of intense excitement directly through his body. Kristy’s screams pierced the air like the desperate cries of a stricken animal, her face contorted into a mask of pain, her body writhing under the onslaught.
Jennifer watched the violent scene unfold with a terror that paralyzed her breath. She sat down on the rough wooden planks of the staircase, her heart hammering against her ribs so loudly she feared the sound would drown out the cruel snapping of the flogger. Her eyes were fixed wide, unable to look away, taking in the graphic devastation of the leather against Kristy’s pale, trembling skin.
A low moan escaped her throat. She saw the angry red welts rise like angry snakes across the soft, fleshy globes of her friend’s buttocks, and she felt the bile rise in her own throat. The sight of the father’s primal aggression, coupled with the raw power of his flogger, made her own skin prickle and flush with a mix of revulsion and a dark, helpless arousal that terrified her. She gripped the stair railing so tightly her knuckles turned white, her legs trembling, her eyes darting frantically between the two of them, unable to find a way to intervene or escape the nightmare.
A burning question took root in Jennifer’s mind, her brow furrowing as she watched the unfolding horror. Why was Kristy’s father beating her so brutally? And why did Kristy just sit there and take it? From the way she screamed and the way the lash tore into her trembling buttocks, the agony was obviously acute, the skin already flayed and raw. Yet, somehow, Jennifer found the sight strangely awakening, a dark thrill running through her veins. An odd tingling sensation began to assert itself between her legs, her vagina beginning to grow warm and itchy, her body betraying her horror with a confusing, wet heat.
“Father! Please, Father! Stop! Please, I beg you!” Kristy screamed.
Her voice was shattering into desperate pleas as she writhed on the cold floor, and her body arching and twisting futilely away from the looming figure above her. Tears streamed unchecked down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat that coated her skin.
“It hurts! The leather. It burns! Please, don’t hit me anymore! I’m sorry! Whatever I did, I’m so sorry! Just stop, please, Father, I can’t take it! No more, no more!” Kristy screamed.
Desperate and humiliated, Kristy Blair twisted her body, clawing at the air with trembling fingers as the flogger descended toward her defenseless backside. Her palms struck the air uselessly. Her hands missed the leather by mere inches. She tried to block the whip with her hands. She flinched violently as the lash whistled through the air, poised to strike again. Her face was a mask of pure horror, her eyes squeezed shut as she braced for the impact, her body curling inward to protect her flesh.
Lucky for her, the strike never landed. Rudy paused mid-swing, her father’s eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as he watched the desperate, pathetic attempt to shield herself. He lowered his arm, the leather whip swaying at his side, and Kristy collapsed onto the floor, breathing a ragged sigh of relief that quickly turned into sobs of exhaustion. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. Her large green eyes were wide and pleading, looking up at him with a terrifying mixture of shock and absolute terror.
With a cruel grin creasing his ruggedly handsome features, Rudy abruptly ceased the whipping he was giving his daughter, the leather now heavy. He gave her a cold, imperious command to come over. Whimpering like a beaten dog, the pretty redhead crawled over to her father who towered over her. She was trembling violently with fear, her skin slick with sweat and tears, but her huge green eyes shone with subservient awe, fixated on him as if he were a god of pain.
His hand moved decisively to the metal tab of his tight Levi’s jeans, the sound of the zipper lowering a harsh, rasping noise that echoed in the stone room. With a deliberate, fluid motion, he unbuckled the heavy leather belt at his waist, the metal buckle clinking softly before dropping to the floor. Then, he held out one foot silently, pressing the leather sole against one of Kristy’s juicy perky breasts. The redhead trembled, taking hold of it and tugging, drawing the heavy boot off his foot with a sigh of exertion. He thrust out his other boot, and she removed this one too, her fingers trembling as they brushed against the cold leather.
Then, with a final, impatient jerk, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, standing before his shivering daughter in his menacing masculine glory. Jennifer almost gasped aloud, her head whirling with shock, her breath catching in her throat. She had never seen Kristy’s father naked before. Nor had she seen such a large, pulsating cock. Jennifer could hardly believe her eyes as the sheer scale of his anatomy assaulted her vision.
Rudy had a cock of exceptional dimensions, thick and terrifyingly powerful. When fully erect, it thrust an incredible nine inches into the air, proudly and obscenely, and was almost as thick around as her wrist. Now, it pulsated angrily, the blue veins which etched the sides of his penis throbbing visibly as lust heated blood coursed through them, making the skin appear stretched and taught. A glistening droplet of pre-cum shimmered like a rare pearl on the flushed glans, glistening in the light. Beneath his gigantic joint swung a huge pair of baseball-sized balls, heavy and covered by a wrinkly dark sack that hung low between his legs.
Without a sound, Rudy reached down and grabbed a firm, iron clenched bundle of Kristy’s silky red locks. Viciously, he jerked them upward, drawing his daughter’s face brutally against his crotch and causing her to yelp in sudden, sharp agony as her nose was mashed into the coarse, damp hair of his groin. His thick, oversized cock, throbbing with a violent heat, rubbed aggressively against her cheek, the translucent liquid smearing obscenely over her pink, trembling flesh. He commanded her to lick his cock, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to echo in the small room.
Kristy, her body shaking from the aftershocks of the whipping, puckered her lips and pressed them against the corrugated stem of her father’s cock. Flicking out the tip of her tongue, she lapped it rapidly back and forth across the heated rubbery skin, her eyes tearing up from the force of the manhandling. She affixed her full, sensuous lips around the throbbing shaft and sucked.
Grunting impatiently, Rudy pulled at her hair, drawing her face up further until she was looking at the bloated, mushroom shaped head of his fat cock. Her lips and tongue feathered across the pulpy red corona, and delved into the puckered piss-slit, tasting the salty fluids that smeared over the glans. Kristy circled her lips in an ‘O’ shape and pressed them against the fat spongy tip, taking as much of the bulbous head into her mouth as she could manage.
With a cruel and satisfied grin, Rudy clamped his hand suddenly to the back of her head, his grip iron tight and unforgiving. His fingers squeezed hard at the sides of her jaws, forcing them open wide and locking them in place. This trapped Kristy’s mouth in an unnatural, wide ‘O’ shape. Kristy’s eyes bulged, the whites stark against the flush of her skin, as her father thrust forward brutally, uttering a bestial grunt of pleasure as several inches of his thick, horse sized dick slid over the silken trough formed by her tongue and banged violently against her hot tonsils.
Kristy instinctively tilted back her head, her neck straining, knowing what was coming next. Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring her vision, and she gagged violently as the thick head lodged in her narrow throat, instantly cutting off her air supply. Her face began to turn a deep, mottled red as the huge slab of flesh rammed its way deep into her constricting throat, filling the space until she could barely breathe. Her father gave an ugly, ragged gasp of pleasure as his wiry, dark pubic hair flattened wetly against Kristy’s nose and lips.
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