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Chapter 1
Maybe things will be better here, she thought.
Kylie King jumped down from her father's ute and immediately regretted it. The sun was fierce here. The short scraggly plants and red earth seemed to have surrendered to its oppressive gaze. While speeding down the empty highways (read as long straight dirt roads) the breeze had kept her cool. Kylie felt like a wilting flower in the heat. It had to be almost 40 degrees. Already she had been forced to continually anoint herself with sunblock to stop her milky skin burning to a crisp. The driveways dark gravel was hot and sharp on her naked feet.
“Hey Princess, find the key that opens the front door.” Jack called from the back of the ute. He tossed the keys toward his daughter, but a bit too far and to the side. When she bent over to pick them up he caught himself peeking at her sweet little ass. A scandalous amount of her tight, pale white bottom escaped her skin hugging gold hot pants. Kylie had the sort of skin you would attribute to snow white. This meant she didn't have to worry about tan lines, though Jack had no idea what girls like her did before sunblock. He figured they probably stayed inside doing women stuff while all the men did everything.
Jack continued to watch as Kylie awkwardly adjusted her bright red g-string. It was one of the last things he had bought as they left Melbourne. He had tried to pass off some shit about them needing to travel light, but his daughter was no dummy, far from it. In the end he just smacked her and told her to try the damn thing on. He remembered following her into the change rooms, to protect her, and watching her pull the string up her crack. Six years of dancing and gymnastics had gifted Kylie with a firm butt and great legs, great for a 13 year old.
Kylie turned around and waved and threw the keys back after opening door to their new home. Jack could see her hard nipples pressing against her sweat soaked white boob tube. Pity about her tits, Jack thought. Still she had great big fat nipples and she was still growing.
Kylie bounced up in front of her father. She hated that they had to move, but what kid could help but feeling a little excited at being in a strange new world. They had driven all the way here, but it sure felt like another planet.
Jack cracked open a beer and began draining the cool lager. “Start taking the stuff inside honey.” Jack ran a hand through her long hair. It was like honey, a rich amber. Golden and sparky; not blonde or red but something special and in between. Jack could see the small stones were hurting her little feet, but she should have kept her shoes on.
“Are you going to help?” She sassed.
“Hey.” Jack landed a none too playful swat on her delicate rump. “Did you just drive for the better part of two days straight?”
“No dad.” Kylie brushed her sweaty loose hair behind her ears. It wasn't worth talking to him when he got like this
“And did you pay for the petrol, or the food along the way?”
“No dad.” . Kylie returned to work.
Jack liked how she winced as the heavy bags forced her feet down onto the sharp stones. It reminded him how much his balls ached after driving all morning.
Damn it was hot. Jack was sweating just watching Kylie drag the heavy stuff in. At barely 5' most people wouldn't think it, but she was a tough little bitch. All those gymnastics classes had given her slim body a hidden strength. When she set her feet and strained to pull the heaviest bag from the ute's tray, he could see the muscles in her legs, back, shoulders and arms all go to work. She definitely had a nice back.
Kylie wasn't happy about the arrangement, but she had no one to complain to. Her father could always list of a long line of crap that she owed him for. Since her mother had been taken away she didn't have anyone else. She loved him as much as she hated him. What she didn't love was this damn g-string, and she knew her dad had wasted cash on a whole bunch of them in different colours. What fucking importance was the colour if no one was supposed to see it?
The house quickly dampened Kylie's spirits further. Though it was better than all the shit house one room rat traps the had been staying in lately, it was still pretty small. The Kings had always moved around a lot, so Kylie had never had a house she thought of as a real home. The place had a living room joined with a kitchen divided by a sort of work bench / bar type thing. The place had some furniture: old tv, older couch, fridge, oven, but no dinning table. They never ate at the table since mum left anyway.
There was a small laundry which smelled really dank, and a used looking bathroom. The bedrooms each had double beds and closets with big sliding doors, but nothing else. Kylie had never had a double bed before, though she had to sleep on one with her dad recently, which was awkward. Thankfully every room seemed to have an air conditioner, which Kylie began switching on.
“What are you doing?” Jack asked, with what looked like a fresh beer.
“I was going turn all the ac's on and try an cool the place down dad.”
“Whats all this dad shit?” He asked, cruelly twisting one of her nipples for emphasis.
“Ow. Well I was thinking, since you left the army maybe I could just call you dad?” He didn't like that at all.
Kylie had enough time to realize she had made him made before she found herself over his knee's with her tight gold pants around her ankles.
It had been days since her last solid spanking, as it wasn't really easy to do in a vehicle, though Jack had tried a bit.
SMACK
“Thank you sir.”
SMACK
“Thank you sir.”
SMACK
“Thank you sir.” Kylie held back her tears despite the building pain.
On and on it went. Jack really seemed to be getting it out of his system. Kylie was glad she avoided the fact he had been kicked out of the army. Jack paused long enough to play with his daughters panties. He pulled them further up and sawed the against her sex until he could see her young lips part around them. He ran a finger along the red material, brushing her labia.
“Your all wet.” He observed. Kylie didn't consider her dad a clever man, and he seemed to get downright simple when he had a few beers and got like this. Her mother always tried to avoid him, or at least fight him off.
“Its hot, I've been sweating. I really need to take a shower da.... Sir.”
After a long pull from his beer Jack answered “Sure thing babe, just a few more swats so you remember your place. Do you think thats fair?”
“Yes Sir, very fair. Thank you Sir.” Kylie groaned inwardly. She really missed her mum at times like this.
The few more swats seemed like a lot, but Kylie remembered to thank her father for each and every one. After all, as he would oft point out, spanking naughty little girls is hard work and for their own good.
Besides the throbbing of her bottom Kylie felt a new sensation. Cold glass against her delicate folds. She could feel Jack rubbing the mouth of his beer bottle against her sex. He pulled down her panties and pressed the bottle against the virginal opening to her vagina.
“Please daddy don't”
“You know you like it.”
“No I don't its cold!”
“You love it.” He forced the opening of the bottle into her ever so slightly.
“Daddy no this is wrong.”
“Tell me you love it, and I'll stop.”
She hesitated and he pressed the cold glass harder against her clenched sex.
“Ok I love it.”
“Love what?”
“I... I love having...” Kylie wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to hear. If she got it wrong things could get worse.
“Say you love your daddy playing with your tight little pussy.”
“I love my daddy playing with my tight little pussy.”
Jack stopped trying to force the open mouth of the bottle into his daughter. Now he ran it up and down the length of her quivering slit.
“Yeah, you are a slut just like your whore mother. She always thought she was better than me. Your not better than me are you, you little bitch?”
“No Sir.”
“Yeah.”
Jack brought the bottle up to Kylie's lips and began making her drink. She could taste her sweat on its lip.
He shoved the teen off his lap and stood up.
“May I pull my pants up please Sir?” She knew to ask. Jack had always been a firm believer in spanking, and he could find fault in any action his daughter took. Now that it was just the two of them, his spankings grew more and more ritualized.
“Not yet. Turn around, you know I like to see my work.”
Kylie turned around and with her legs together she presented her bottom to her father. First she thrusts it out for his probing fingers, then she stood up tall and clenched it, making her tight ass almost disappear.
Jack ran his hands along the red flesh of her sore ass. “Damn you have a nice ass girl.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”
“Here,” He handed her the beer. “You can finish this. Run a shower too.”
You can finish this meant drink this or I will smack you around some more. Kylie quickly imbibed the liquor. She didn't mind beer, but it made her pee a lot.
“And don't lock the door!” Jack called out as he went out to the living room.
That was probably only the hundredth time Jack had told her that since her mother left. He said he wanted to get to her if something happened, and that a daughter can't have any secrets from her dad. Kylie knew he just liked to peek in on her while showering, or as she got changed. He was always a bit of a pervert, but it was worse lately. He could get away with stuff mom would have stopped him doing.
Kylie stripped off and jumped in the shower. She was always hot after being spanked, so she ran it cold. She kept her sore ass under the freezing water while she soaped up her small breasts. Though she had stopped gymnastics, by necessity, almost a year ago her breasts still hadn't started growing. Kylie had hoped they would quickly catch up to the other girls her age. When she had finally worked up the courage to ask her dad to buy her a bra, he just laughed at her and twisted one of her nipples. “You need a set of tits before you need a bra.” He had cruelly said.
Jack opened the bathroom door and pulled out his dick. Kylie dropped her soap. It was huge. Way longer than her hand and pointing straight out from his hairy pelvis like a flag pole. Kylie wondered how he fit it in his pants. Jack smiled as he watched his daughter eye his rigid cock. He walked over to the toilet and began playing with it.
A spurt of urine shot out of it, but it hit the raised toilet seat and went everywhere. Again he shot and missed. Kylie remembered jokes about how women had to sit down to pee. She wasn't even sure how he could pee if he sat down.
“This is your fault you know.”
“Yes Sir. I'm Sorry.” Kylie had no fucking idea what he was talking about, but since mom went away pretty much everything was either god, the government or her fault, and she was the only one he could hit.
“Step back.” He ordered.
Kylie backed away from the shower head just as her father turned and began covering the wall with his piss. She was stunned. The stream shot all the way across the room. After peeing a circle on the dirty white wall Jack got playful and shot a stream at his daughter's chest.
Kylie squealed and turned away. Jack directed his dick and its stream down to her punished bottom and then up into her gorgeous hair. Kylie hadn't wet her hair wet and Jack laughed as it began to get heavy with his urine.
“Ok honey, I'm sorry. I'm done.” Jack apologized as his solid line of pee dwindled away.
Kylie turned around with tears in her eyes, she looked hurt. Jack shot her right in the face with a pent up burst of hot piss. Kylie spat pee from her open mouth and rubbed the stinging piss from her eyes while her father laughed.
“Be sure to clean all that up won't you?” He said as he landed a playful slap and grope on one of her soft ass cheeks.
Kylie made sure to cleanse her body and hair thoroughly. It never happened. He didn't just do that.
Jack came back to the toiler just as Kylie was sitting down to pee. She immediately covered her wet body as best she could. Jack smiled and walked over to her.
“I'm pretty sure I've seen it all before.”
He pulled her hand away from her breasts. Kylie was smart enough to not struggle. Then he pulled away her other hand.
“You see, the world doesn't end if we see each other naked, does it?”
“No Sir.”
“And remember, I have to do all the stuff mommy used to do..” Jack reached down and petted his daughters pussy mound. “I'm starting to think you are going to stay bald down here forever. You know I probably wouldn't mind that at all. Strippers always have hairless cunts. Jack was adamant Kylie would start working as a stripper as soon as she was old enough, or he could find her good fake ID. He had told her how Asian businessmen liked girls young and cute. With great nipples and angelic face she would rake in the money, all she needed was a sexy schoolgirl outfit. In his head Jack had it all planned. Kylie wanted desperately to go to university. She knew she was already way smarter than all the other kids in her grade.
Kylie knew years of intense gymnastics had kept her short and delayed her pubity. She would be going to high school this year, even though she looked like she was still eleven or twelve.
“Dad,” Kylie asked while he player with her naturally hairless sex. “,when is mommy coming home?”
The question seemed to ruin his mood and he stood up. “She probably won't get out for a few years. Maybe you two can work together when she does.”
Kylie began crying.
“Hey hey what's wrong?” Jack touched her face, while he continued to pet her privates.
“I miss her so much.”
“She should have thought about us before she got caught fucking an undercover detective, but your mother never was very smart.”
Kylie was angry. She knew what her mother had been doing. What her father made her do after he got kicked out of the military.
Jack looked into her eyes and saw the accusation. He slapped her hard across the face and walked out shouting. “I'm hungry, quit paying with your cunt and cook up that steak I bought.”
Jack sat down and put in a porn DVD. He liked to make Kylie watch them with him. Her mother would break out if she knew the kind of stuff they did. When Kylie came out she was wearing a long black t shirt. It was much too big for her, but Jack liked it because it had two hot anime bitches kissing on the front. The smell of burning steak quickly filled the house.
“I'm sorry your mother had nothing but good looks to inherit you.” Jack said awkwardly. “I swear if I hadn't knocked her up by accident I would have found a bitch who could at least cook a damn steak without burning it every fucking time.”
Kylie turned the pan down and kept quiet.
When Jack needed a new beer he strangely chose to get up and get it himself. He paused by the chef to cop a good feel of her ass. Kylie slumped onto the counter and Jack pressed into her and fondled her behind. He didn't like what he felt.
“What the fuck is this?” He lifted up her long shirt and revealed white panties. “You begged me to let you keep these so you could wear them to school!”
“I know, I'm sorry Sir I just forgot.”
“You have been forgetting a lot of things lately bitch!”
Jack began tearing the underwear off his daughter, despite her cries.
“Assume the position!”
Kylie wiped away her tears and placed her spread hands against the top of the kitchen bench.
“Take the shirt off first.”
She shed the shirt, pushed out her behind and spread her legs.
Jack pulled the metal spatula out of the bubbling frying pan and gave it a practice swish.
Kylie bit her teeth together in anticipation of the beating.
SPANK
“Ahh.... Thank you Sir.”
SPANK
“Thank you Sir.”
The burning oil sizzled on her bottom and the sharp edges of the spatula occasionally cut into her skin.
When Kylie's thank yous became pitiful sobs, Jack picked up her ruined panties and shoved them in her mouth before continuing his assault.
“Stand up and lean back” He ordered.
When Kylie obeyed, Jack picked up the burnt stake with tongs and rubbed the still burning oil across his Thirteen year old daughters hard nipples and chest. He brought it down and rubbed it along her slit before dropping it on the dirty floor.
“Pick it up you clumsy whore! And fuck yourself with it.”
“What?”
Jack slapped her across the back of the head. “Stick it up your dripping cunt!”
The charred steak was hot, but not that big. Kylie ran it along her slit like her father had and then pretended to penetrate herself with it. That was good enough for jack. He reached around and squeezed and pinched her nipples.
Is he going to rape me today?
Kylie knew it had been building to this. She remembered the awful things he would make her mother do. Horrible degrading acts. If she refused she would just get hit. Eventually she just stopped refusing, even when Jack made her perform these acts in front of their only child.
Kylie felt Jack pour cool cooking oil across her chest. It ran down her firm body and dripped from her shaved lips. Jack worked the yucky oil into her skin and played with her slick flesh.
With only a unintelligible grunt as a command Kylie was forced down onto her hands and knees in the puddle of oil. She shivered as he poured more oil onto her lower back. It ran down between her butt cheeks.
Kylie was crying in shame. Unable to even beg for mercy. She felt a pressure at her anus. The feeling quickly turned into a stabbing pain as her father forced the spatula's rounded handle up her ass.
“Your not smarter than me!”
Kylie nodded, biting down on her panties.
Jack continued to viciously sodomize his firstborn.
“You like this don't you bitch?”
Kylie nodded her head. Of course she didn't. She hated it. Her asshole stung and she knew this was illegal.
Encouraged Jack fucked her harder. Kylie regretted her decision and began vigorously shaking her head.
“Bitches can't make up their mind.”
Kylie heard Jack get up and rush across the room. She could hear him beating his meat while a whore screamed out in fake-lust on the tv. She heard him grunt and finish.
After he got kicked out of the army, they all had to move into this horrible one bedroom flat for a few weeks. Kylie remembered hiding under her blanket listening to the awful fucking sounds her parents made. The moaning, grunting and crying. Her mom begged Jack not to call her bad names or make her do filthy stuff, but he loved it. He mad her say awful things knowing Kylie heard every word.
“You can clean yourself up now.” Jack said in a detached tone, while slipping down to horizontal position. “Oh and I think you know which one of those steaks your eating.”
Clenching her ass, Kylie shot the spatula from her anus. The spatula and the floor around her was filthy. She cleaned the area as best she could with the last of their paper towel before heading off to have another shower.
Jack fell asleep to the sounds of his daughters heart wracking sobs.
Maybe things will be better here, he thought.
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