The Bondage Whore, Chapter 11 SeXStoRY

The Bondage Whore, by Rachel St. Clair, All Rights Reserved. Chapter 11 - A Visitor from the Past Rachel couldn't believe her eyes. The new customer who had just stepped around the stock to view her face looked just like her long disappeared Father. Her heart raced as she considered the possibility. This man looked just like him, but older than she remembered. Of course, that was fifteen years ago. She was only nine then, he was about thirty. He'd be forty five or so now, and this man looked about that. It was probably him! Rachel absolutely recoiled in the horror of that realization. He had again stepped behind her, having circled the stock. Rachel's dildo gag was in place or she would have said something. He must not touch her. "Doesn't he know its me", she thought. She answered her own question. How would he? While he had changed little, over the same fifteen years, she had grown from an innocent little girl into a voluptuous and surgically-enhanced woman! And her last name was changed by that scumbag John, who had made that surgeon put those huge implants in her. Their f****y name was Wells, but she was now Rachel St. Clair. Her Father would never be able to guess this was his little girl. "Please pop out the gag!!" Rachel cried into it. She had to tell him before he started! But then she wondered if she could. Suddenly, she realized she didn't want him to know his little girl had grown up to become a bondage whore, even if his abandonment was likely the proximate cause of it. She froze, wondering what to do. She knew he was going to sexually use her. Her own Father! She suddenly wanted to die. Rachel felt her Father's hand grab her ass, then his other hand was on her. Next his hands were on her breasts, he was rubbing and fondling her nipples. Rachel never felt so trapped and helpless in all her life. She wanted this to end, for him to leave, NOW. She knew she couldn't say anything, and now hoped he wouldn't remove her gag, like many men. She simply wanted to get this over with. Rachel's trance-like state deepened as the man unzipped his pants, and she felt his manhood between her legs. "Oh my God, he's really going to do it", Rachel wailed silently to herself. She couldn't imagine what she'd done in her life that was so horrible, so cruel that she deserved this. First abandoned by this man at age nine, her Mother sick and only capable of part-time work, now he comes back and uses me while I'm locked up as a bondage whore. The enormity of the situation left Rachel in shock. The man penetrated her, and Rachel stiffened, trying not to feel anything. "Pretty girl, you don't like sex?", Rachel heard him say in answer. "Maybe we need to warm you up a bit first...", the man said as he withdrew from Rachel. Rachel wondered what was up when suddenly she felt her left ass cheek explode in pain! "Owwww" she wailed. "SMACK", "SMACK", "SMACK". Just like that three hard swings of the paddle landed on Rachel's bottom, and she shrieked in pain. The man continued to paddle her ass for what seemed to Rachel like an eternity. Given her emotional state, there was no sexual arousal, nor fun in this, only pain and shame and humiliation. Soon her Father stopped. "Whore, I want you to fuck me back now, and show me you love it. Or you'll get more." Rachel tried her best to nod and respond affirmatively to that. Then he picked up two nipple clamps from the table, and roughly attached each to Rachel's nipples. Rachel winced, but it had the proper effect, as did the paddling, and Rachel's body started to respond. This time Rachel simply numbed her mind, and let the feeling take over, as she always did. And as the pleasure of the fucking took hold, she realized that she had done nothing wrong. He had abandoned the f****y, not her. And she was simply making a living doing what she could, and it was, in fact, legal. Soon Rachel's hips were humping the man rhythmically, and she was mewing contentedly into the gag, nearing orgasm. When her Father was done, Rachel was approaching an orgasm, one she had subconsciously been suppressing. He withdrew quickly, and picked up the paddle again, leaving Rachel teetering on the brink. "Whore, I'll leave you with ten more swats, as a reminder you'd better be more receptive next time." Rachel endured ten hard swats from her Father in relative silence, save for an occasional cry into the gag. When he left, she had real tears rolling down her cheeks.