A Vignette.
			       By Suika Roberts

	He woke with a burning pain in his ass.

	That was quickly joined by the throbbing in his head, and he tried to
reach, to rub either of them and try to alieviate the pain.

	That was when he found out that he was bound, tied to the padded table
he'd made years earlier, his hands cuffed together through the ring at the
front, his feet appart at the back.

	A cold breeze and mocking half-laugh made him look up, to see
something out of his worst erotic nightmares.

	A girl, not tall, not plump, in an enveloping blue speedo one-piece.
Around her waist black straps held a powder-blue phallus, covered with pale
and darker brown streaking.

	With a sudden, sinking feeling he realized that the darker brown was
dried blood, and he didn't want to think what the paler brown was.  A soft,
distressed moan escaped his throat.

	`Like what you see, asshole?' the girl's voice is soft, mocking.  He
looks up again, trying to make out her face behind the black mask, then
realizing it is pulled over another, rigid, mask, completely blocking any
attempt at identification.

	Or, he realizes as she continues to speak, lip reading.

	`You should, seeing as how you've shown just this look to several
little girls, you bastard son of a one eyed goat.'

	She slaps him, her gloves hitting much too hard.  Weighted, he
realizes.  She clasps her fingers together, and he realizes that she's wearing
latex gloves over the leather.

	`You were such an easy catch, just like that little girl last month.
They usually last you longer, but not any more.  A single dose of rohipnol in
your drink and you were sleeping like an oversized rag doll.'

	`How could you,' he starts, and she slaps him again.

	`How could you rape your own daughter?  How did you bribe the cop she
talked to, and the shrink?  Did you make copies of your videotapes?  Did you
share one of the other girls with them, before she died?  You're gonna get off
much easier than you deserve, Daddy,' and the word just drips with venom.

	`No,' he starts, shaking his head, `You liked it, you moaned, you
sighed, you thrust back against me.'

	`I told you no.  I groaned in pain, gasped for breath, tried to
escape.

	`Cousin Betty escaped.  No one believed her, either.

	`That isn't going to happen again.  I'm gonna fuck you in the ass
again, Daddy, and you have a choice,' there is an almost gleeful note to her
voice, `You can suck this cock, and lube it as good as you can, or I can just
fuck you dry.'

	His eyes widen, and his lips clamp shut, as he shakes his head.

	`I was hoping you'd chose like that.   This way I can fuck you in the
ass with only your own blood for lube, and then fuck your ugly face.  I was
disappointed at how little you felt it, Daddy, when I fucked you last night.
You didn't even moan.'

	His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open, `Don't!'

	`Don't what, Daddy?  Don't fuck your ugly face?'

	`Don't fuck me in the ass!'

	`Too late, Daddy, you don't want to suck my cock, you don't have to,
yet, but I've already fucked your tightwad rapist ass.'

	`Please!' he shrieks, `Fuck my face!'

	`What is that, Daddy?'

	`Please, fuck my undeserving face, please!'

	`Why?'

	`Please, let me suck your lovely blue cock!'

	`If you insist,' and there is a smirk in her voice as she staggers
over, then he feels latex on his face, lifting it.  He stares in horrified
fascination as the pale, dirty blue tip of her cock approaches his face.

	He opens his mouth, shifting to try and grab it in his mouth and get
it over with.  She pulls it back each time, teasing him with it, then,

	`If you don't want to suck it, you don't have to,' she says, pulling
her hands back from his face, and starting to step around.

	With a frantic, chain-rattling, wrist-tearing lunge he captures the
tip of her cock, licking and sucking franticly at the firm silicone.

	`Oh,' she says, stepping towards him, `You _do_ want to suck my dick.
Good, you goddamn cocksucking rapist.  Take it, take it all!' and she steps a
little closer, forcing more of the cock into his mouth.

	He starts to gag, a panicky expression forming around his eyes as he
realizes that her cock, while not huge, is larger than his own, about eight
inches long, and suitably thick.  He can't take something like that down his
throat!

	`Oh, Daddy, your mouth feels so nice.  Aren't you just loving the feel
of my great big dick in your mouth?  The way it makes you gag, and almost
vomit?

	`Or sometimes, not almost.  You remember Wendy, right?  You brought
her home just a little after you decided I was too old for you, a pretty
little thing, just barely six.  She did vomit, but you didn't notice, thought
she was faking, and just kept fucking her face until you got off.

	`Then you noticed that she wasn't breathing, and had no pulse, and her
mouth tasted like semen and vomit.

	`Is your mouth going to taste like vomit, or am I going to get to hear
you scream as I fuck your ass?'

	He fights down his gorge, loosening his throat, and wrapping his lips
more firmly around her cock as she shoves it down his throat.

	He moans in distress as she rocks her hips up and down just a little,
then pulls the cock out.  He draws in a frantic breath through his nose, then
she shoves the cock back in, pressing his face to her belly at the bottom of
the stroke, and again rocks her hips a little, rubbing the base of her cock
against her mons.

	By the time she has stroked the cock into his face a third time, he
has started to cry, a piteous moaning, chocked sobbing, accompanied by a small
ocean of tears.

	`Oh, good Daddy.  Didn't you ever notice the way all the girls would
cry?  It wasn't because they were enjoying themselves, not then,' her voice is
a little rough as she contines to fuck his face.

	After what seems to him an endless, painfull eternity, she comes, a
slight shaking, and a tiny, triumphant moan escaping her control.

	`And now, Daddy, I'm gonna beat you a little, then I'm gonna fuck your
face again, and then I'm gonna fuck your ugly ass.'

	`No,' he moans.

	`Oh yes, Daddy.  Oh yes.  I'm gonna beat you so bad, you wouldn't be
able to walk for a week, even if I did let you up,' she pulls out a familiar
item, a steel rod, about half an inch in diameter.

	`Not that!'

	`Why not, Daddy?  It was, after all, appropriate for a girl of twelve
who's only crime, then, was trying to run away after Wendy, a girl you'd
encouraged her to befriend, choked on her own vomit.'

	`Please, no!'

	`Count Daddy.  You're getting ten.'

	*Swish-CRACK*

	`But,'

	*Swish-CRACK*

	`Only the,'

	*Swish-CRACK*

	`Ones you,'

	*Swish-CRACK*

	`Count,'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Count,'

	*Swish-CRACK*

	`Oh god, no!'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`You must like this, Daddy, you aren't counting them.'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`One!'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Count them right, cocksucker.'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`One, thank you!'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Good!'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Two, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Three, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Four, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Five, thank you!'
	
	`Good!  You have the hang of this, Daddy.'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Six, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Seven, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Eight, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Nine, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Ten, thank you!'
	
	`Keep counting.  If you stop, you'll have to start over from the
beginning.'

	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Eleven, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Twelve, thank you!'
	
	*Swish-CRACK*
	
	`Thirteen, thank you!'

	`That's a good rapist, Daddy.  Now clean your blood off the nice rod,
and I might not shove it up your ass until it comes out your mouth.'

	He moans, sobbing, as he franticly tries to wrap his lips or tongue
around the rod.  After tormenting him a little bit she lets him lick the rod,
holding it just far enough away that he has to strain and crane his neck at an
uncomfortable angle to reach it.

	Finally he has it clean to her satisfaction.

	She puts the rod away, then disappears up the stairs out of his
soundproofed basement.  A few moments later she returns, a round blue paper
can in her hands.

	`I'm sorry, Daddy, but I forgot to do this earlier.  Lucky for you the
scabs are still soft,' and she picks up one of the scrub brushes.

	He moans in incoherent terror.

	`Or it would take more drastic measures,' there is a horrible smile in
her voice as she starts to scrub his back, tearing open the freshly broken
skin again.

	She drops the bloody brush near his face, and he makes another choked,
dispairing sound, which turns into a scream as she starts rubbing handfulls of
the coarse white powder into his back.

	`There we go!' she says, `But I forgot the meat tenderizer.  We'll just
let the salt soak in as I go get that, OK?'

	He's subsided, sobbing quietly as she walks down the stairs.  She
scatters a little powder from the new container on his back, but he seems not
to notice.  He whimpers pitifully when she rubs a little in, but otherwise
nothing.

	`Oh well, guess that's a bust,' she sounds a little disappointed, `Do
you want to suck my dick again, Daddy?  Or shall I just fuck your ugly ass?'

	`Please, baby,' he starts.

	She backhands him, hard, driving his head down so that it bounces off
the bench, `Don't call me that,' she backhands him with the other hand,
`Daddy.'

	`Let me suck your lovely cock, please,' he sobs, `Please, please.'

	`OK,' and she shoves it down his throat in a single motion.

	 He gags, turns a little green, then blue, as she fucks his face hard,
driving the cock into his mouth so hard that the base of it bruises his chin,
and feels like it is loosening his teeth.  His face is wet with tears and a
little of his own blood when, with another tiny, triumphant gasp, she comes,
grinding her cock down his throat.

	He gasps, loud, panicky, as she walks around, drawing her gloved
fingers along his bloody back.  He moans, soft, dispairing, as she spreads his
ass-cheeks, and places the head of her cock at his sphincter.

	`Scream for me, Daddy,' she says, then plunges into him, pressing her
hips against his butt before drawing all the way out, and plunging in again.

	Each time she plunges in, his screams become higher-pitched, with
little vibrato, only a slight panicky huskiness.  When she draws her cock out,
his screams deepen, gaining a wonderful shaky quality, and he see-saws between
these two extremes, gasping for breath at the bottom of every few strokes,
then going back to screaming like a stuck pig.

	Which, in a way, is appropriate.

	After a short while, he stops screaming, but she continues to fuck
him, her cock glistening red, eliciting the occasional high-pitched shriek by
hitting him on his back.

	Finally, she comes, a deep, triumphant gasp, and she collapses,
supporting herself for a few moments on her forearms, pressed against his
bloody back.

	He only whimpers, even when she pulls out of him.

	`Now, Daddy,' she walks around in front of him, then places a bottle
of water by his head, on the floor, just barely within his reach, `I'm gonna
leave this here, and if you're careful enough not to spill it, and if I didn't
poison it, and they believe me this time, you might live long enough for the
cops to come get you.  But they don't like child molesters in jail, so maybe
you shouldn't drink it.  Or maybe I've poisoned it, and you should.

	`Good bye, Daddy.'

	And she walks out of the room.

log:
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2001/March/middle:	Read one too many sickness and light father/daughter
			incest story on alt.sex.stories.
2001/March/17:		Written.
2002/July/27:		tiny edits