Chapter 2

Catherine whimpered through the gag jammed between her teeth. It was forcing her lips back and stretching her mouth out. Her shoulders ached from the rope pulling her elbows close together. But those pains were minor compared to the increased throbbing coming from her tightly bound tits. The thick rough rope was full of little slivers that dug into her skin. Plus her father had wound the rope very tightly around the base of her tits and that alone was pinching into the tender flesh. The blood was flowing into her tits but not flowing out very easily leaving them engorged and swollen.

The pain had been sharp at first but had settled down to a dull throbbing that she could resist for moments but which grew stronger every minute. Her mind returned to it over and over as the minutes dragged on. Her father had said that phase two would start in 15 minutes but he had removed the clock off the dresser. Without a clock she had no idea how much time was passing. She looked forward to his return with a mixture of fear and hope; hope that he would release her from her bondage but fear that she would be facing even more abuse at his hands. However as the pain continued in her breasts with nothing more happening she began to hope he would return soon.

However she was conscious of another thing. She tried to deny it but as she wiggled in the chair trying to find a less painful position she was aware that her pussy was growing wetter by the minute. And from her position in the room she had an excellent view of herself in her mother's makeup mirror against the wall. She could see herself perfectly. The pose her father had put her in exposed her charms beautifully. She was unable to keep from seeing the effect that the ropes were having on her heavy breasts. Her nipples, she could see, were swollen and stiff. The air blowing across them made her conscious of how sensitive they had become. She had given up on keeping the drool from sliding down her chin coating her upper chest. She even found the drying semen on her skin to be incredibly erotic. "What's wrong with me?" she thought.

Her attention was distracted by the sound of the door of the bedroom opening. Catherine was sitting in profile and had to turn her head to face her father. Her eyes widened and she groaned as she saw that he was still naked and was sporting another stiff erection. He was leering and she saw a cruel set to his features she had never seen before. He stopped in the doorway and gazed at her. His hand drifted down to stroke at his cock. "Like it baby?" he asked with a sneer. "Viagra is some pretty amazing stuff I'll tell you that. I have a full supply. I'd be able to get it up two or three times without it so I should be able to really go to town with a couple of pills in me.

Catherine groaned with fear as her father stepped closer and the cried out in pain as he reached down and roughly squeezed her left tit and then her right. His hard fingers on her tender skin felt like a vise as he felt her up. "Oh hell yes," he said with a leer. "You're always flaunting these things at me, wearing those tight tee shirts and making me want them. You've been a bad girl Catherine and you need to be punished."

Catherine groaned deep in her throat and began to cry with pain and fear. Yes she had dressed so that her tits were clearly visible some days. She was proud of how they looked. But she hadn't ever dressed as slutty as some of the other girls at school. She had never even noticed her father looking at her. How could he hold her looks against her. If she could have talked she would have loudly proclaimed her innocence but the gag in her mouth kept her attempts at communication down to a few inarticulate words and a muffled "No, no, no".

Her dad grinned evilly at her protests and gave her tit another hard squeeze. "Damn these melons look nice and ripe. Let's see how they feel when with a couple of nipple clamps."

Catherine whimpered with fear as her father reached down into the bag and pulled out two shiny silver clamps. He held the clamps up and let her see them clearly. "See these teeth bitch? You're going to be feeling them real soon."

With that he set one clamp to the side. He reached down and cupped her left tit in his left hand and raised her engorged melon up. Catherine's eyes were wide with fear as she watched his right hand inexorably bringing the heavy clamp down onto her nipple. He held the jaws of the clamp open for a second and looked into her face. "Ready or not, here it comes," he said with a vicious smile and let the clamp go.

Catherine shrieked with pain and jerked around in the heavy chair as the metal jaws of the clamp dug into her incredibly sensitive nipple. However she was tied down so securely that she was only able to move slightly and was completely unable to stop her father from picking up the second clamp and placing it on her right tit. Her shrieking filled the room as both clamps were now digging into her.

Her father stood watching his daughter jerk around with a smile on his face. He reached down and slowly rubbed his cock. "That's it bitch, just what you deserve. But I'm not done yet"

Catherine could barely concentrate on what her father was saying. The nipple clamps were causing her so much pain that her mind was almost fully focused on her tits and the waves of pain shooting up from her clamped nipples. However she was still conscious of two things. One her pussy was getting even wetter and two her father was reaching into the bag on the bed. She thought she had reached her limit but when he pulled his arm back and struck her tits with the cat-o-nine tails she realized there was so much more that could be done to make her hurt. She shrieked through her gag again as he brought the whip down hart onto her tender skin.

Her father brought the cat-o-nine tails up across his body and then brough it down striking her tits in a downward motion. Catherine shrieked with pain as the leather straps snapped against her skin. Her father's arm raised again and he struck her again from the other direction. "Mmm, is it better to do it like that or like this?" he said as her then hit her tits hard directly from the side. "I like how hitting you like that makes your tits shake."

Catherine could only shriek again louder through the bar gag in her mouth as her father continued his assault on her helpless jugs. He struck her tits hard enough to raise marks on the skin but not hard enough to break it and draw blood. She became aware that he was counting; "eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, one to be good on, one to be bad on, and a pinch to grow an inch."

With the final blow he dropped the whip on the floor and put both hands on the nipple clamps and squeezed them. "There's your pinch."

Catherine was weeping openly, the tears streaming down her face. Her father stood there looking at her with a satisfied smile slowly stroking his hard cock. He let several seconds pass without saying a word letting her moans of pain fill the room. Then he dropped the whip on the bed. "So slut do you want the clamps and the rope off your tits?"

Catherine nodded vigorously and her father chuckled. "Good. Now I'm going to untie your arms and put you on your knees on the floor. And then I'm going to fuck your face. If you do a good job of it I will untie your tits and take the clamps off. Do we have a deal?"

Catherine hesitated only briefly before nodding her head. She would do anything to get those clamps off. Her father grinned, "I always knew you were a whore."

Catherine whimpered as he stepped around back and began untying the knots holding her upper body to the chair. It was so unfair! How could he call her a whore when he was the one making her hurt in order to make her suck him off? But at the same time she was still conscious of the moisture building up in her pussy. Did that make her a whore?