Chapter 3

Catherine hung limply from the chains trying desperately to sleep. But the pain was too much. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, her eyes were bloodshot and the sting from her wounds was maddening. Without a clock and with no change in the light levels in the room she had no idea if it had been 40 minutes or 4 years since her father had left the room. She was unable to move more than a few short inches from her position in the middle of the room. If she let her arms rest it was a temporary relief but that caused her to hang from the wrist cuffs which then strained her shoulders. After a few seconds of that she would stand as straight as her small stature allowed which relieved the strain on her shoulders but forced her to expend energy she just didn't have any more. And then there was her very full bladder and her raging thirst. She both hoped and dreaded that her father would come back. She sighed and pulled forced herself to stand once again.

A few seconds later her ears picked out a sound at the door. It swung open and her father, wearing a pair of leather chaps and an open vest walked in the door. His cock was plainly visible and plainly stiff. His face was stern. It should have looked silly but here and now it was so different that it sent chills down her back. Despite her misgivings the girl spoke. "Daddy," she forced out before she was interrupted.

"Shut the fuck up!" her father shouted. "You are never to speak unless you are told to bitch!"

The violence and force of his words shocked Catherine into silence. She hung her head and cried. She would never have believed that her quiet gentle Daddy hid such a vile personality. Because her head was down she didn't see her father walk past her to the bed and pick up a riding crop. However a few seconds later she heard it whistling through the air and felt the sting of it on her ass. She yelped with pain as blow after blow landed on her cute little ass. Then he stopped and she hoped for a few blessed seconds that he was done. However all he did was step in front of her and attack her fat firm tits. "I've dreamed of doing this ever since your melons began growing slut." he announced.

Catherine shrieked feeling her throat going raw. Her father merely smiled his strange smile and continued lashing at her tits. Catherine felt like he was tearing the skin off. After several more blows he stopped. Catherine hung from her arms sobbing drying. She looked down expecting to see blood but to her surprise while the whipping had raised large welts on her tits there was no blood. Suddenly she was once again aware of a growing tingle between her legs. She shook her head, pushing down the sensations, denying the response of her body.

Her father tossed the crop to the side and stepped forward cupping her raw tender tits in his hands. He began squeezing them in his fists and playing with her nipples. He let go of one tit and reached up and grabbed her chin and pulled her head up. For a few seconds Catherine saw a look of love and tenderness in his eyes. He reached up and rubbed her cheek following the track of her tears. "You just need to learn to obey me like a good little whore and Daddy will make it all better baby. But it will take some time. Daddy has to undo a lot of years of conditioning. But you'll soon learn to accept it. You understand don't you?"

Catherine looked at his tender face and burst into deeper tears. "Please let me go Daddy," she sobbed. "I won't tell anybody, I swear."

Unfortunately for the young girl her father's face changed from concerned and loving to angry in a heartbeat. His fingers on her tit closed down hard and his fingernails dug deep into her skin. The hand that had been caressing her face suddenly pulled back and slapped her with a stinging crack. "You fucking cunt!" he shouted at her causing her to flinch back in fear and bewilderment. "You don't ask for that bitch! You take what I give you, you accept your place and you thank me for it. You're my slave, my whore, my fucktoy and anything I do to you is exactly what you deserve. Do you understand?"

The only reply Catherine was able to give was more anguished sobbing but James was not going to let it rest. He slapped her face again and then dropped lower and began slapping her tits causing the flesh to rock back and forth under his blows. "I asked you a question bitch and I expect a fucking answer!" he roared.

Catherine cried out in pain. She realized that he would not stop until she responded and she knew that if she didn't give him the answer he wanted that she would hurt even more. Her resolve crumbled. She had to make the pain stop. "Yes, yes, YES!" she cried out.

The slaps on her abused body stopped. She felt her father's hand on her chin again forcing her head up. "Yes what?" he asked her quietly.

Catherine felt her mind spinning. Was this what she was? It didn't matter, she would say what she needed to say. She pushed down the growing ache in her loins that responded to his comments. She wasn't ready to embrace that part of her yet, even though it responded joyfully to the treatment she had been going through. "Yes, I understand. I'm your ... Whore," she forced herself to say.

Her father forced her chin up higher, bringing her head up to look into her eyes. "Mmmm, the right answer but I would guess for the wrong reasons. But that's ok. You've taken the first step."

He reached into a pocket of his vest and pulled out a key. Reaching up he unfastened the cuffs holding her hands in the air. Catherine let her arms drop, they felt like lead weights. "Thank you Daddy," she said involuntarily.

"No talking without permission," her father reminded her.

She cringed expecting another blow but apparently he was satisfied with a warning this time. She felt him grabbing her hand and guiding it to his stiff cock. "Stroke Daddy's cock slut," he told her gently.

She shivered but obediently forced her stiff right hand up and circled his cock with her fingers. Despite herself she found it fascinating. His was the first cock she had ever touched. Strange how she had felt it inside her pussy and inside her mouth before she ever touched it. She looked closely as she moved her hand up and down marveling at how stiff it was. "This has been inside me," she thought with wonder stroking the shaft and watching the head moving up and down in time to her strokes. She forgot her aches and pains for a few brief seconds.

However the interlude was a short one. A few minutes later her father pulled back and stood in front of her again. "Get on your knees, whore," he ordered her.

Catherine meekly slid to her knees. She looked up at her father, for some reason deciding it would be best if she never raised her eyes to his face so she stopped at his cock. A memory of how it felt in her mouth rose unbidden to her mind.

Her father stopped a few short steps away. "Now, do you have any questions cunt?"

Catherine considered. Her body asked her next question. "I'm so thirsty Daddy, and I have to pee so bad, and I'm so tired..."

Her father laughed. Well after a night in suspension I would guess so.

Catherine blinked in puzzlement.

Her father laughed again. "I was going to come back in a bit sooner than I did. But I got tired so I went to sleep in your bed last night." He laughed again. "You don't know how many times I came into your room at night just wanting to reach out and play with your little slutty body do you bitch?"

Catherine shook her head. She had never even noticed her father looking at her the way some men did. It was inconceivable to her.

"Hell, I even jerked off a few times while I was standing right there. You lost more than one pair of panties to me cumming on them.

Catherine thought back and remembered a few sets of panties disappearing over time but she had always assumed they got lost in the wash. Her thoughts were interrupted by her dad's next comment.

"I dreamed about fucking that tight ass of yours all night and I woke up with this lovely hard on. So I think it's time slut."

The young girl shuddered. She had heard of anal sex but it was something she had never considered. She wasn't like some of the girls at school giving up her backdoor and staying a technical virgin. She had been determined to be a good girl. Her father had taken that away from her roughly and painfully. Her asshole clenched as she pictured him doing the same to her ass. "Oh please no Daddy!" she blurted out without thinking.

As soon as she said it, she knew she had made another mistake. A strong hand reached down and grabbed her hair. This time she was slapped so hard it felt like some teeth came loose. Her father knelt down and bent in close to her face spittle flying as he cursed her in a low dangerous voice. "You listen to me you stupid little fuck, you are going to take it up the ass and you are going to love it. You better get this right cunt or I swear I'm gonna cut your fucking tits off!"