Jenna-1
By Bad Dad - BadDad43@hotmail.com
Jenna's story continues as she puts her father in bondage and then rapes him.


We ate a quiet breakfast; fresh bagels, orange juice and the Sunday paper. My
father, who was completely naked, and I sat at either end of the living room
sofa, our feet often touching. After he had gotten up and refilled our glasses
with orange juice I allowed him to kneel beside me as I played with his cock
with my toes.

"What do you think, daddy?" I asked. "Should we go downstairs?"

"I would love to," he groaned, his cock throbbing powerfully between his legs

"What would be the reason?" I whispered as I ran the fingers of my right hand
through his hair.

"Since when did you need a reason Mistress? The fact that you wish to beat or
whip or rape me has always been enough for you in the past." His words seemed
born of true conviction, as he spoke calmly and without a trace of irony. He
is a true submissive, a born slave.

"You are a very lucky man daddy," I told him.

"I know," he replied. "To have a daughter like you is a dream come true. I
adore and worship you. I would do anything for you my Goddess. I am totally
yours for you to do with as you please."

"Did you ever think it would come to this daddy, honestly? I mean I know it
has been a fantasy of yours forever, but did you ever actually think that your
seventeen year old daughter would become that wicked Dominatrix of your
wildest fantasy?"

Yesssss," he gasped.

I smiled at his response. "Did you ever imagine that I would look the way I do
at such a young age? That I would have such a stunning, magnificent body. That
my breasts would be so big, so firm, so fucking perfect?" I cooed as I reached
up with my right hand to caress my huge tits. "That my nipples could get so
hard, that my legs would be so sexy or that my ass would be so tight, so hot?
I'm sure you had never dreamed that I would be so strong daddy. I know how
much it turns you on when you watch me lift those massive weights I built for
myself. You were so funny yesterday when you came all over yourself as I
curled that fifteen hundred pound barbell up to my breasts and rubbed my rock
hard nipples with it."

"Have you ever seen anyone like me before daddy?"

"Never," he groaned.

"That's because there is no one else like me sweetheart." I told him. "It's
almost as if I am a creation of your wicked and kinky imagination."

"Now stand up," I suddenly ordered.

Without hesitation he did just that and as soon as he did I encircled the
fingers of my right hand around as much of his throbbing twelve inch erection
as I could. Next, I began to slowly stroke him.

"What did I tell you we were going to do today daddy?" I asked.

"You're going to tie me to the new cross," my father said, barely disguising a
moan beneath his words.

"What else?"

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned audibly as I turned up the intensity of my fingers on his
hard-on.

"What else?" I asked.

"You told me you were going to tie me facing you ... " he moaned again

"and ... " I continued right before I plunged a finger into his ass. His
hungry asshole swallowed it greedily and asked for more. I just love a man who
is highly anal erotic. Of course if he's not when we first meet he will soon
be. My father is no exception.

" ... and you said you were going to whip and torture me more than you ever
had before."

"Are you nervous?" I asked.

"Yes," he gasped as I began to increase the movement of my hand along the
length of his thick shaft.

"You should be daddy," I purred. "Because I have every intention of ripping
you to shreds." Then a split second later I triggered his orgasm and smiled
wickedly as he came all over my hand. Once he was finished I took my cum
covered fingers and slowly inserted them one at a time into my father's mouth
and had him clean them off. Needless to say he has become very accustomed to
the taste of his own cum these past few weeks.

I then quickly dismissed him, telling him to go downstairs to our delightful
"playroom" and wait for me.

In the meantime I went up to change. I decided on a wicked black leather
peasant girl bustier with a full black leather back, lace up front, which had
the very unfair task of trying to restrain my huge forty-two inch breasts. It
had shoulder laces with wide off the shoulder straps. Next I selected a tiny,
thread like black thong that rode high on my lushly curved hips. To complete
my outfit I chose a pair of six inch spiked heel sandals with an O-ring and
silver stud design. In a word I looked stunning!

When I walked downstairs and my father first saw me he actually gasped out
loud. He was awestruck by the way I looked and he actually started to tremble.
But then who could blame him since I looked so intimidating.

"How do I look?" I asked, my voice dripping with sensuality.

"You look fucking magnificent," he sighed.

"I know," I cooed. "Come here my pet." I said, beckoning at him with my right
index finger. As soon as he was close enough I hooked my finger in his collar
and pulled him closer. "Are you ready daddy?"

"Yessss," he hissed.

"Then lets begin," and with that I led my 6'9, 285lb, bulgingly muscular
father across the room. He thought I was going to put him right up on the
cross but I threw him a curve when I slammed him up against the wall, pressing
his face tightly against the wood while forcing my breasts hard against his
back.

I hissed into his ear.

"You may think I have tortured you before daddy? But, today will be like
nothing you have ever experienced in your life," I told him. Then reaching
down I firmly grabbed his massive erection and pulled him over to my new
mahogany cross that I had only recently put the finishing touches on.
Carefully guiding him in silence, I put each of his feet in its footholds and
hooked each to the nearest eye hook. Moving the back of each hand up his inner
calves and thighs I then chained his wrists at waist level - I planned to keep
him on the cross for at least two hours or more.

Next I secured his arms and legs to the cross using leather and velcro straps.
I stepped back to admire my work. My father was upright and immobilized.

"Breathe, daddy," I encouraged him. The look on his face was priceless. He was
absolutely scared to death.

'God, this was going to be so much fun' I thought to myself as I walked toward
the "whip" wall to retrieve my first weapon, his eyes no doubt all over my
tight, perfect ass.

I started with a small 'rubber band' flogger - a cock whip really - and moved
from his incredibly muscled chest to his arms and his huge biceps, to his
thighs, and finally to his cock varying the touch between the slightest brush,
to the stringiest the short whip could be and then moved on to the next - a
medium length suede flogger. I began merely draping and dragging its tresses
over his shoulders and then without warning, stepped back to whip him a few
times. When I had developed a rhythm I began to intersperse harder more brutal
strikes until I was using most of the suede flogger across most of his upper
body; chest, arms, stomach, thighs, even calves taking literally dozens upon
dozens of vicious strikes. I stopped for a moment, to listen to his breathing.

"Breathe, daddy. You'll never make it through this if you don't breathe."

I wanted to raise the ante a bit now, so I grabbed both the plastic bead
flogger and the mini single tail. The flogger I knew would push him toward the
intense pain that was to come and the mini single tail would provide the real
pain, the kind he craved.

I began again softly with the beaded flogger. All over again ... chest,
stomach, thighs, and his cock. His skin was beginning to redden in a nice even
way. He looked so sexy, so gorgeous in his bondage, in his pain. It made me
want to turn up the volume. I considered how for only a moment. There were so
many ways.

First I grabbed two pairs of clover clamps and knelt in front of my slowly
writhing father. A small whimper escaped his mouth as he realized what the
sound meant. I blew my breath lightly on his huge cum filled balls and then
pulled the left one aside to accept the first clamp and then the right one to
accept the second clamp causing him to moan louder.

I pulled down slowly, firmly on the chains. My father's moans were almost a
cry as I moved to the wall to get some weights. He was drooling by this time
and his chest glistened with it. I put an eight ounce weight on each chain and
held them for a moment before letting their weight begin the relentless
painful tugging. His gasp seemed to come from deep within him. I touched his
face with the backs of my fingers and repeated, "breathe daddy, breathe."

And with that I set the weights swinging as an evil giggle escaped me. That's
when he began to cry. I shuddered briefly in orgasm. He had no idea just how
much my hurting him was turning me on.

I decided to have a little fun so I leaned forward and began to run my tongue
across my father's obscenely hard cockhead. He flinched when I did somewhat
surprised. I took about three inches inside my mouth and within seconds he
exploded in orgasm emptying a torrent of his cum down my throat.

Straightening back up I raised his chin a little with my hand to see his eyes.

"Thank-you Mistress," he whispered.

"You're welcome daddy," I giggled. "Now, are you ready to continue?"

He nodded 'Yes"

I kissed him, long, hard, and deep, pulling the breath from his lungs with
mine. The kiss lasted over two minutes and when I finally pulled back he was
breathing so hard I thought he was having a heart attack.

I knew from our previous sessions that he was really in Need now; needing and
wanting more and more pain, more stimulation. I was going to beat him and make
him bleed with my needles. Tonight, I was going to show my father just how
vicious and sadistic I can really be.

I pushed the weights on his balls that he had forgotten were there. There was
a rush of sensation then the sharpening of the dull pain of the clover clamps.
I grabbed my favorite cat-o- nine-tails and began a rapid assault on his upper
body causing deep red welts to rise brightly on his flesh ... his moans, gasps
and cries turning me more than you could imagine.

His erratic breathing told me that he was either close to cumming or, more
likely, he was going to pass out from the pain. I leaned in and kissed him, it
was a hungry, super passionate kiss as I assaulted my father's mouth with my
own.

Next came the needles.

I had once dragged a single needle over, under and around his cock while he
had been bound and blindfolded, never actually piercing his flesh even though
my father thought that I had pierced him dozens of times. Today, however, I
planned to pierce him at least 20 times.

I admired the welts created by my "cat" as they stood out proudly on his skin.
I knew they hurt as I ran my razor sharp fingernails along the most prominent
marks, emphasizing them and admiring them, but they hurt nothing like the
needles would.

I picked up the first of the 22 gauge one inch needles and stabbed his chest
with it. My father gasped, more from shock than pain. In and out I stabbed him
before finally grabbing a handful of his muscle between my thumb and
forefinger. I used the same needle to pierce him properly - in and through and
back in - to cover the point with flesh; then to pierce him a third time with
each sharp shiny needle.

I worked my design - four one inch needles in each breast, two inches from the
nipple, counter clockwise around it. Then came ten three eights of an inch
needles, straight into his muscle, closer to the nipples but not in them.

My father remained silent, deep in the quiet center of his mind. I could hear
him breath. Deep, slow, labored. It was wonderful.

The last four needles would go North-South and East-West through each nipple.
They were much longer and thicker - one and one half inches long,

Now it was time for the final four needles.

"You know where these last four are going, don't you daddy?" I purred
sensuously. "Are you ready for them?" My father gasped. I took that as meaning
'Yes'. "Your cock looks so sexy daddy."

Grabbing his manhood firmly I pulled it up and toward me I placed the tip of
the needle firmly against his erection about three inches from the head. I
pushed in appreciating the resistance as the needle went right through his
cock.

My father screamed and then went silent. As for me I had the most amazing
orgasm knowing that I was causing him so much incredible pain. I quickly
followed the first needle with the other three and as I looked down at his
pierced manhood I got the most exciting idea.

I ripped off my thong and placed the obscenely swollen head of his straining
erection at the entrance to my absolutely dripping vagina and looked him right
in the eye.

"This is why I am your Mistress and why you are my slave daddy," I purred
ultra seductively and a split second later I violently drilled every throbbing
inch of his huge thirteen inch cock into my seething young cunt, needles and
all.

The feeling was almost indescribable.

For the next few minutes I attacked my father with a cruelty that he has never
experienced before. I was using my stunning young body as a violent weapon of
destruction fucking him with a ferocity that few people, if any are capable of
handling. His huge cock was helpless against my onslaught as was his chest as
I literally ripped him to shreds with my steel hard nipples. I had never felt
so powerful, so incredibly sexual, so totally female as I did at that very
moment and by the time I was done I was actually surprised that I didn't kill
him.

I forced him to cum five times, and at one point I thought I had sucked all of
the oxygen out of his lungs I kissed him so hard, for so long. He managed to
survive however, although barely and when I finally released his cock from my
vice like vagina he had collapsed against his bonds into unconsciousness. I
couldn't help but smile so very proud of myself and my ability to totally
exhaust such a bulgingly muscular stud.

I lifted his chin with my right index finger only to then let it go causing
his head to slump forward. I had a feeling he was going to be out all day.

I guess I would have to find someone else to play with. Of course I had a
variety of men to choose from, doesn't every seventeen year old Dominatrix?
But that's another story.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Please let me know what you think about Jenna.