Chapter 4

Catherine felt hands on her body. They were not gentle touches but neither were they the hard blows she had become used to after a fashion. After the ordeal of the last several days that was a welcome change. She returned slowly to consciousness. The cuffs pinning her elbows behind her and the ropes on her ankles were removed and she realized that the loud music that had been assaulting her ears had stopped. She shook her head and tried to make sense of her surroundings. The events of the last few days (or was it weeks?) had taken it's toll on her mind. Her thoughts were muddled and confused. She looked up at the man standing in front of her and for several seconds she had no idea who he was. All she knew was that if she didn't please him he would hurt her. She let out a small whimper of fear and pain. Her body was aching more than she could have imagined, her joints were stretched and stressed, her skin was raw. She could feel the welts on her breasts rubbing painfully into the carpet. Her jaw was aching. When had the gag that had been in her mouth been removed? She couldn't remember but she knew it wasn't soon enough. She could still taste the rubber. Her ass felt tender and raw and she could feel her father's cum dribbling out. She felt humiliated and ashamed. How could this be happening?

She realized that her father was talking on the phone. "Yes, it's been a bit rough. She's been resisting just like I said she would," he was saying. "No, I don't think you should come home just yet. I'm making progress but I think with you here she would be distracted and she would try to divide us. You know that you're too soft on her."

At that the person on the other line said something that made her father laugh. "Ok, well maybe I used to be soft on her but that's why I'm the one laying down the law, so she will know that whatever I say from now on she'll do it without arguing. What's that? Ok, yes I will get her on the phone."

James knelt down next to his daughter. Covering the phone up he grabbed a handful of Catherine's hair and pulled her to a sitting position, making her groan in pain. "You mother's on the phone, bitch, and she's checking up on your progress. Keep your answers clear and short and don't think for a second that she will be rescuing you because she's behind me 100 percent."

Catherine couldn't believe it. Mommy was in favor of Daddy doing these things to her? She watched numbly as her father switched the phone to speaker. "Here's Catherine dear," he announced.

"Hello honey," her mother's voice spoke from the phone. "Your father's been telling me how things are going with the new setup we are putting in place. He tells me that you're starting to get used to it but still not quite there. I wanted to talk to you and tell you that I understand that it's hard but that it's for your own good dear. You're becoming a young woman now and it's time you started to do your part around the house."

Catherine was in shock. "You..." She looked at her daddy but he made no move to stop her. She felt tears springing to her eyes, "You think that Daddy making me..."

Before she could continue her mother interrupted. Her voice was more stern now. "I think that you need to learn to obey your father like a good daughter and not be fighting him all the time. We are both tired of having to put up with your lack of respect. I left it to your father because I had this trip planned and because he would be less hard on you than I would be. So consider yourself lucky to have him young lady."

Catherine didn't know what to say. "But mommy, it hurts!"

"I know it hurts honey but you will get through it. Once you start to accept that this is the way things are now you won't be punished so much and as long as you behave and do what you're told you will make me and your father happy. Ok?"

Catherine stared at the phone for a few seconds. "OK?" her mother said louder with a bit of anger in her voice. James stirred and began to reach a lazy hand toward his daughter.

"Ok Mommy," Catherine replied quickly.

James took the phone out of his daughter's hand. He smiled at her and stepped out of the room leaving Catherine lying there in a state of disbelief. Mommy knew! She knew about all the things Daddy was doing to her and she approved. A wave of despair flooded through the young girls body. She broke down sobbing.

Outside the door James listened with half an ear to his wife. When the faint sounds of Catherine's sobs penetrated the door he stepped farther down the hallway. He could feel his cock swelling as he contemplated the success of his plans. Something his wife said brought him back to the conversation. "No honey, don't feel guilty, stay with your mother. This has been good for Catherine and she needs a few weeks more training..."

"But are you sure?" his wife asked again. "You know what a handful that girl can be."

"No it's quite all right dear. It has been an experience though. You should have heard her wails when I told her that she was going to be responsible for the cooking and cleaning while you were gone. You would have thought I was beating her."

"But she's doing what she's told and has been behaving?"

"Well it's been a rough day or two but you know how it is. She has to get into the habit and if you come back too early she will just go back to leaving her clothes all over the place and letting you pick up, feed and take care of her. She has to learn how to keep house. So enjoy your time with your grandmother and see you in two weeks. Maybe three if she's still feeling poorly."

After a few more exchanges James hung up the phone confident that his time with his daughter would not be interrupted. He dropped the phone onto a side table in the hallway and turned back toward the bedroom. His daughter's despairing cries was acting like catnip to his cock. He affixed an angry look on his face and lengthened his stride until he burst through the door making the young girl shriek with surprise. "So bitch," he sneered, "You thought Mommy would hear about my training you and come swooping in to rescue you? Well she's not because she knows that you need training slut."

Catherine looked up from the floor. The sobs had stopped but the tears were still flowing. Her expression was a mixture of fear and despair. The sight sent a jolt of pleasure through her father's twisted mind and his cock began to visibly grow larger and harder. He walked over to the bed and picked up a riding crop causing Catherine to call out, "No Daddy please!"

James swung the crop through the air creating a cutting sound. "She knows that you're a useless cunt the way you are and that you need to be broken. And I'm just the man to do it." He paused and looked down and grinned. "So tell me whore, will it be your ass or your tits?"

"Please Daddy, I'll be good."

James' cock began to grow even harder. "Oh really, how will you be good, cunt?"

Catherine got up on her knees. She attempted a smile. "I ... I'll be a good little whore for you daddy. Fuck me again Daddy! I want to feel your cock in my pussy again." She spread her legs at the knees exposing her young cunt and tried to look as seductive as possible. "Please fuck me Daddy."

James felt a brief moment of confusion. "What do you mean fuck you again slut? I haven't even touched your pussy yet. I've been saving that for later for a ... special moment..."

Catherine looked even more confused than James. "I ... I thought. I mean, I remember..."

Her voice trailed off. Had her pussy been fucked? She could remember getting embarrassingly wet but had she felt her daddy's cock sliding in and out of her pussy? She shook her head in confusion. The last several days were a blur of shouts and pain and abuse. Her memories were chaotic and confused. Lack of sleep, or food or enough water had left her groggy and unable to put her thoughts together in a coherent whole. She just didn't know.

James looked down at his daughter and felt his heart pounding harder. Maybe this was the moment. "Catherine, do you want Daddy to fuck you?"

Catherine looked up. She was smiling and nodded eagerly. "Oh yes Daddy, I do."

James frowned and spoke again his voice stern, "Or are you just hoping that if I fuck you that I won't remember to punish you slut?"

"Oh no Daddy, that's not it."

"Well then you won't mind fucking me after I make your ass red. Or..."

James paused. Catherine looked up at him and shivered. He had a most decidedly evil grin on his face. He tilted his head to one side and looked down at his daughter. "Lay on your back bitch and spread your legs. Keep that cunt of your wide open."

Catherine felt a bolt of fear go through her. However at the same time she felt her nipples growing harder and her pussy growing damp. This mix of fear and desire was driving her crazy. "What is wrong with me? Am I really nothing but a cheap whore? I'm growing excited. If he was about to fuck me I might understand it but it's obvious that he's going to hurt me again..."