I was lost in my lust. . . . I had not noticed Dad had opened the locked door to the basement. I was fingering my just-fucked cunt --the cum was oozing out as I played. Dad stood over me, picked me up and carried me down the stairs to a dimly-lit room. The only light sources were low-wattage spotlights beaming down to the floor.
Dad gave me a slap across the face to wake me from my daze. I was startled to find I was in the basement for the very first time. It was a very dark place from what I could see. Dad grabbed both of my hands and bound my wrists together in padded cuffs, which I found were hurting me. As I was lying on the cold hard floor of the basement, I noticed the cuffs were linked to a chain.
Suddenly, I heard a chain being pulled and then my body moved unwillingly up towards the ceiling of the basement. Dad stopped hoisting me upwards only when I was standing on the very tips of my toes. Then he came over to me and said bluntly, "Scream all you want, bitch; this room is sound-proof." My long, brown hair was over my face and back, as Dad pulled it together in his strong hand and yanked it hard so he would hear my scream out loud. "See, even your whore mother use to scream while you were asleep upstairs and you never even heard her."
I was in total fear of my life now as I found myself helplessly bound. I could not kick out my feet because I would have lost my footing on the floor and my arms were locked into position by the cuffs above my head. This was Dad's personal dungeon and I was trapped. The image of Mum being tried up like this flashed through my mind. I couldn't believe how turned on I was becoming. My body was still betraying me. I could feel Dad's cum running down my legs and my nipples felt a slight breeze and immediately hardened.
Dad put his hand on my bottom and stroked it. "Mmm . . . nice and firm," he commented. "You've got two choices, bitch: a gag, or no gag." My head was spinning so much I was completely unable to make any sort of choice. "Too late, you little slut. I have chosen for you and you're not getting a gag for your first time. Maybe later, bitch."
This was happening all too fast for me. I was only one day way from being 19 and I was helplessly, hopelessly and completely lost. . . .
Time meant nothing down here as it was near darkness. The only light was on my body and I was sweating so much I started to slip on the floor every time I lost grip of it with my toes. It hurt my arms more every time I slipped. Dad just walked around me in the shadows, smiling and stroking my body as he passed by my tits and butt.
Dad finally stopped, put his hand on my cunt—letting one finger slide inside and talking softly in my ear, "This now belongs to me and I will use it as I see fit." I don't know what happened inside my head, but it made me very happy to know that my slutty little cunt belonged to him—his property. Dad stepped behind me and out of view; all I could hear were sounds of metal hitting the floor.
Then I felt a cold metal cross against my butt, and it made me feel cold as I shivered. Then I felt the pain as Dad hit my butt with it.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
