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Chapter 2
After washing the cooking oil off, Kylie had a long hot bath. It had been months since she had a bath, not since they had lost their home.
A bath was warm, quiet, and a place where you can be alone with your thoughts. Even though Jack was snoring on the couch, his porno continued to blare through the open bathroom door. Kylie could hear the whores begging for more cock. Always more cock. What useless women.
Kylie still wasn't sure what she wanted to study at university, but she considered it her best chance of getting away from her father. Her first hurdle would be getting a full scholarship, which is why she studied desperately. She had heard gossip about these outback schools, but it was all over the place and she was trying to keep an open mind.
Kylie used baths as a time to center herself. After the terrors of her afternoon she took stock of her situation. She was young, healthy and blessed with good looks and a keen mind. The fact that she was poor, had no friends and considered each day her father didn't rape her a blessing was probably just the universes way of balancing things out. Kylie wanted to cry out “Why me”, but she was smart enough to know there were millions of people who had gotten dealt a worse hand of cards than her. Sometimes the fact that she was too rational to consider herself holding the short straw pissed her off. Every now and then everyone has the right to believe their problems are the most important in the entire world.
Back in her new bedroom, Kylie was having trouble finding all her stuff. She had packed two bags but could only find one. She opened her bag and began taking inventory of her clothes as she put them away.
She had just the one pair of shoes, and they were battered old dirty white running shoes. Also only one pair of short white socks. Kylie could find her red g-string and a black g-string.
Besides her gold hot pants, white tube top and her lewd black anime shirt, Kylie had very little else. One red and one yellow sun dress, the red being a little too small. She had a set of black cargo pants, but the climate was much too hot. One thin white shirt, with some stains on one side, and a very short denim skirt all frayed along the bottom.
Kylie was missing a bunch of clothes. At least half her stuff. She could barely make any outfits out of this stuff, not that she was one for trying to show off.
Kylie found a few tubes of sunblock, a necessity for someone with such pale skin in a sun kissed land. Her old mobile phone wasn't worth much now, being out of credit and hundreds of kilometers from service.
Kylie was relieved to find her stack of textbooks; less relieved to find her stack of pornos Jack liked to show her all the pretty happy women in his magazines. He was convinced that was the way out for them both. He made her keep the magazines with her stuff. Kylie would just die if anyone found them.
Hours later Jack walked into his daughters room. Kylie was face down on her bed, with her head in one of her stupid books. Her black shirt must have been in the wash, as she wore a thin white shirt instead. Its length was not sufficient to cover her ass, nor did the red g-string running up her crack.
“Good morning honey.”
“It's still evening Sir. You weren't asleep for that long.” She didn't like to correct him. The house came with blackened windows and thick draped to keep the hot, dusty bright outside, outside.
Jack looked at the fresh cuts on his daughter's ass. Her ass amazed him. As a fair child, Kylie could bruise very easily, but Jack wondered if perhaps her ass was building up a tolerance. Some small cuts remained from the edges of the spatula, but the rest of her rear seemed fine. Even a solid canning would disappear after a week or two.
“How are you feeling.” Jack sat down next to his daughter and ran a hand along her thigh.
“Fine. Sir.” She really wasn't in the mood for talking.
Jack devoured his scantily clad daughter with his eyes. He knew looking was ok, and with such a hot little cock tease, who could blame him for touching her a little, so long as he didn't fuck her. What happened in the kitchen wasn't fucking, that was just a father punishing his disobedient daughter.
Jack smiled. To hell with it. Out her he was in charge. This was as close as you could get to frontier living. As uncivilized as it got without third world savages running around with AK-47's.
“I know you find these uncomfortable honey.” Jack said as he took hold of the waistband of Kylie's g-string. “There is no need for you to wear them around the house when it's just the two of us.” Before Kylie could protest her began sliding the panties off his daughter.
Is he going to rape me now? Kylie wondered.
Jack patted her naked bum. “Don't worry about your clothes, I threw a lot of your old stuff out because we didn't have room, but I ordered you some new stuff, including a school uniform, and it should arrive soon, if it isn't already at the post office.”
Kylie gave a quiet thanks, but still avoided anything that could further a conversation.
“Haven't you read that one?” Jack asked as he pointed at all the crazy looking balloon animal pictures in the textbook.
“It's a senior chemistry textbook. It's taking me awhile without someone to help explain certain parts.”
“Oh.” The conversation fell silent. Jack remembered helping Kylie learn to read when she was three or four. Pretty soon after that he found he never understood the stuff she was trying to learn. Every parent knows that eventually their children are going to grow up and take their life in a direction of their own choosing. Sometimes Jack felt he had lost his daughter before she even started school.
“Have you been masturbating?”
Kylie wanted to lie, but couldn't.
“No Sir.”
“When was the last time?”
“Um.” Kylie thought. “In the car.”
“Ah yes.” Jack remember with a big smile on his face. He had made Kylie take off her g-string and hot pants while they were thundering down the highway. He made her suck on her panties, and he hung her shorts from the antenna like a flag until she came.
The sight of her squirming around on her seat trying to finger herself to release was priceless. He would reach over and twist her nipples or give her a heavy slap across the chest, to help her along. Her gymnastics training sure let her get into some sexy shapes in the cramped vehicle. When Jack made her remove her tube shirt, the sight of his ivory thirteen year old daughter finger fucking herself was almost too much.
Jack had to pull out his dick and beat away as he drove. He made Kylie thrust her sex out towards the windscreen as she stuffed fingers into her wet hole. Jack had taught Kylie to try and fit as much into her naughty hole as possible. He discouraged her playing with her clitoris whenever her hands would unknowingly stray in that area.
Jack had pulled over as orgasm rushed of him and his daughter. Kylie cried as she covered her digits in her juices, she was a crier like her mother. Jack grunted and swung himself over uncomfortably until he straddled his daughters chest. He shot his load onto her flat white chest and hard nipples, before collapsing back into his own seat.
Kylie brought her slick hands up to her breasts and rubbed her and her father's sexual fluids into her pale skin, as she had been taught to.
Jack had told her breasts are for babies, and babies come from fucking. The more you fuck, the more your body will rush to grow tits. Kylie knew rubbing the filth into her skin was just a bullshit perversion, but it wasn't so bad, and it was way better than a beating.
Jack got up and threw one of Kylie's dirty magazines over her textbook.
“Not now please Sir. I'm tired.”
“Masturbating will help you sleep better. Open it and find a girl.”
Kylie flicked through the lesbian magazine. She found a tall, pale woman with large firm breasts. She had a kind face and reminded Kylie of her mother. That wouldn't do. She flipped on and found a Barbie Doll. A tall firm golden skinned porn star, with long blonde hair and huge fake breasts. Kylie snaked a hand under herself and began touching her naked pussy.
“She is very pretty isn't she?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Why did you pick her?” Jack asked as he used both hands to massage his little girls bottom.
“She has nice breasts.”
'They are fake aren't they?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Do you think men mind that they are fake?”
“Some could.” Kylie pulled her nipples through her thin shirt. She preferred her own softer touch to Jack's.
“Do you think men want your nipples on ribs, or her big juicy breasts.”
“Hers Sir.”
“How do you think she got them?” Jack loved talking to his daughter while she masturbated.
“Surgery?”
He spanked her. “Don't be stupid. How did she pay for them?”
“I'm not sure.” Kylie began reading the interview that came with the pictures in case it held the information.
Jack spanked her again. “Don't read it you dumb bitch. Imagine it.” He reached under his daughter and took over working her nipples. “She had great legs, a killer ass and a pretty face. How did she get the money for hr boob job? Working at McDonald's?”
“More likely she was a stripper.” Kylie offered, hot from her finger work
“What would a night on her job be like? Talk us through it.”
“Well, she would take a cab to work. It would already be late. She would wear a big coat because she would have all her stripper stuff on underneath.”
Jack smiled. His daughter had never been to a strip club. She could only draw on her magazines, the pornos they watched and the slutty clothes her mother had worn.
“She would go inside and go to some sort of dressing room with other strippers in it.”
“Are they pretty?”
“Yes, and they all have big boobs too.” Kylie closed her eyes and rested her face sideways on the slick magazine, while she fucked herself with both hands.
“What do you do after you put on your makeup?” Jack changed gears.
“I wait for my turn to go up on stage, then I dance.”
“What are you wearing?”
“Um.” She struggled to visualize. “High heel boots, red ones. A short red plastic skirt, and a mostly see through piece of red cloth wrapped around my breasts. My hair would be loose, and I would have a pretty pink ribbon wrapped around my neck.”
“Why?” Jack asked. While he listened to his daughter he continued to work her hard nipples. Now her began running his cock up and down her ass crack. The feel of her skin on his penis was awesome.
Kylie bit her lip and continued to fill her virgin pussy with the few fingers she could force inside. Her position also allowed her to frig her clit freely. “The ribbon around my neck serves aesthetically to break up an expanse of skin, it also symbolizes servitude or being owned.”
Jack kissed the back of his daughter's neck. She was such a brainiac sometimes.
“What would the men be looking at while you dance?”
“My breasts.”
“Call them something nasty.”
“Um. My fuck juggs, with big gold rings in my nipples.” By now Kylie was deeply out of it with lust.
“Just like I made mommy get?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Did you like them?”
“Yes Sir.”
“I'm glad I made mommy let you play with them.”
“Ahhhh.” Kylie squealed. “Mmm they would look at my shaved pussy.”
“Would it have any rings in it?”
“Can they?”
“Oh yes.” Jack let go of his daughter's nipples and pinched her labia. “You could have on here, and here, and finally up here.” He began tugging on his daughters tiny swollen clit like a penis.
“Ah well then yes I would have rings in my pussy, and I would pull it open and show all the men my pink bits.”
Jack could tell his little girl was approaching climax, but he wanted to hear the end of the story. He grabbed her struggling hands and held them still. Kylie tried to rub her nipples against the bed sheet, but it wasn't enough.
“Then what happens?”
“Huh?”
“What happens after you show the men your dripping pussy?”
'They want to touch it.”
“Do you let them?”
“Yes! Hell yes. Please touch it.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“They can't touch you unless you give one of them a lap dance.”
“A what?”
“Keep your eyes closed.”
Jack lifted his petite daughter and had her straddle him, facing him.
“Now you pull on your nipples really hard while you slide your cunt back and forth.”
Kylie gyrated her hips, and found her fathers cock. It was warm and felt nice as the flat of it passed between her soaked lips.
“Can I touch your pussy miss?”
“Yes!”
Jack pleasured his teenage girl as he had learned while on leave in Thailand.
“Will you suck my cock for $100?”
“Daddy no.” Kylie struggled against his touch despite her wanton lust.
“I'm sorry honey, but if you don't wrap your pretty little lips around my cock right now, I am going to rape you and I won't be able to stop myself.”
When he put it that way, Kylie agreed.
Kylie slid from her father's lap and engulfed his penis with her small mouth. Jack had made her watch enough blow jobs He had even made her pretend she was sucking cock with his fingers in her mouth.
With her hands free again, Kylie quickly brought herself to orgasm, as her fathers cock erupted in her mouth. Her first blow job had been over in less than fifteen seconds.
Jack wanted to last longer, but when his daughters tongue washed around the head of his penis he knew he was done.
Kylie tore her head from his dick, dripping saliva and sperm down her chin and chest.
“Go on.” Jack ordered breathlessly.
Kylie began rubbing the hot wet fluids into her burning skin. Jack played with his flaccid dick, begging it to come back to life while he watched his little princess sully herself.
“Now your filthy cunt juices on the floor.”
Kylie looked down and saw a puddle of her wetness on the cheap lino. She touched it and brought the hand up to her chest, but Jack wasn't satisfied.
“Rub yourself in it whore.” Jack usually left his daughter alone once he came, but this was too good.
He watched as Kylie lowered her chest to the floor and washed it with her breast. Jack spat on her and pulled his pants up.
“That was a good one. I want you to write it down for homework.”
“Yes Sir.” Kylie grabbed a towel and wiped her crotch. She felt like putting on some pants, but she knew she wasn't supposed to. It was odd. She usually touched herself with her panties on, or at least would quickly get dressed afterwards. To stay naked was strange.
“I want it done before dinner.”
“Yes Sir.” Kylie picked herself up from the floor and found a notebook and pencil with her old school stuff.
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