Message-ID: <22383asstr$948503403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20000121205206.48847.qmail@hotmail.com> From: "Master Sardu" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed Subject: {ASSM} "Fourteen" {Kinnik} (M/f, rape, inc, tort, snuff) [1/2] Date: Fri, 21 Jan 2000 20:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Kinnik has asked me to post these stories ("Anne", "Park" and "Fourteen"). They are simple-plotted, straight-forward tales of misogyny and murder. Some of you may know him through his earlier piece "New Dawn". If anyone has a copy of that one, please mail it to my address: Master Sardu . I will forward it to Kinnik, who unfortunately lost his own copy. M.S. STANDARD DISCLAIMER: WARNING! The following story contains graphic depictions of extreme violence, rape, torture and murder. The events and characters depicted therein are ENTIRELY FICTICIOUS. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events is purely coincidental. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE ACCORDING TO YOUR COUNTRY'S LAW, IF STORIES OF THE DESCRIBED NATURE ARE ILLEGAL OR MAY BE LEGALLY DEEMED OBSCENE IN YOUR LOCAL JURISDICTION, OR IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT READ OR DOWNLOAD THIS STORY! * * * * * NOTE: I AM NOT THE AUTHOR OF THIS STORY. I AM POSTING IT AT REQUEST AND BY PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR. Copyright (c) 1999 by Kinnik. Fourteen Stan came home feeling no pain. His wife had been out of town for nearly a week and she wouldn't be back for at least another. This meant he was free to do as he wished, for a change, or almost. He still had to take care of his daughter Trisha. But she was fourteen now, almost a woman. She was growing up fast and probably enjoyed her mother's absence as much as Stan did. He tried not to make too much noise as he unlocked the front door and stumbled into the hallway. As he moved towards the living room he heard sounds coming from upstairs. He moved towards it with the thought that it might be an intruder, but as he climbed the stairs he realized it was coming from Trisha's room. Damn, it was past one in the morning and she was still up! She wouldn't have tried that if her mother had been home. But her dad was usually less strict, leaving her mother in charge of discipline. He'd better let her know he wouldn't put up with that kind of behavior, he thought blearily, or she would run wild every time her mother was away. He reached her door and shoved it open with a bang, partly to surprise her and give her a little scare and partly because in his current state he miscalculated how hard he should push the door. It flew open, startling Trisha and making her jump up with alarm. Then she saw it was just her father and relaxed a little, although she knew she would be in some trouble for having stayed up. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?" he said, trying to sound sober. As she had jumped up from the bed he had time to notice just how much she really had grown up. Like her mother she was developing a sexy figure, young with curvy hips and nice round little tits which he could see clearly outlined against her tiny tee. She was wearing hip- hugging khakis, leaving her midriff exposed. Damn, she looked good, he thought. Better than her mother ever had. "I was just reading. I didn't realize it was that late. Sorry!" She was looking at him with the mild defiance of any teenager caught doing something wrong. He stepped forward and closed the bedroom door. "Sorry ain't good enough. You'd never try this with your mother here. And you're going to have to start giving me the respect a father deserves. Understood?" Trisha frowned. She could tell now that he was drunk, and she hadn't seen him drunk before. Tipsy at parties now and then, but not like this. He seemed to be angry as well, although she was telling the truth and had simply been reading ...but her bedtime was 11 O'clock. "OK, I'm sorry. Geez!" "I'm not just talking about your bedtime. What the hell do you think you're wearing? You look like a fucking slut!" Stan glowered at her. "Take that off and put some decent clothes on, right now. I'm burning those clothes!" "What! You're kidding, right? Mom bought me these pants." She had also never heard her dad swearing before except when he hurt himself in the toolshed. Had she really heard him say "slut"? "Well, your mother obviously doesn't know a shit about clothes ...and I KNOW she didn't buy you that shirt. I can see your tits through it!" Trisha's eyes widened and she stepped back. This was getting a little out of hand, her father was acting really weird and it was starting to scare her a little. "OK, I'll throw them out or you can burn them if you want to. I'm sorry!" "Are you even listening to me? Take them off this instant!" "Now? Alright, alright!" She stood there waiting for her father to leave. When she made no move to undress he stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Are you DEAF? Off NOW!" "Ouch! Dad, I was GOING to ...I'm waiting for you to leave." She twisted away and started to cry a little now, rubbing her arm and staring at the stranger that was her father. "OK... I'm doing it, just leave so I can change." Stan felt strangely excited watching his daughter's scared and confused face. He wasn't sure exactly what he was doing, he'd been thinking - if you wanted to call it thinking - that he wanted to see if Trisha's tits looked like her mother's and his still inebriated mind had thought this was a wonderful way to get a look. Now things were getting a little out of control but he wanted to see them even more, now that he was all worked up. And he couldn't very well back down and lose face, could he? "Did I hear correctly? Are you giving the orders now? I'm your fucking father, I don't need to leave for you to undress. Now one last time before I smack you, get that outfit off!" "OK, will you at least turn around?" Stan raised his hand and smacked her across the face. She wasn't expecting that and it knocked her sideways onto the bed. "I said: 'One last time', bitch!" Trisha was crying in earnest now, her father had not hit her since she was a very small girl, and then only twice. Her cheek burned where the back of his hand had struck her. She pulled her shirt off as quickly as she could and looked at him pleadingly, hoping that would be enough and she wouldn't have to remove the pants. She was beginning to fear where that might lead to in his current mood. Stan watched with mounting excitement as his daughter removed the flimsy shirt with trembling fingers, while glancing fearfully at him. Once it was off she stopped and looked at him, clearly not eager to remove the pants. He said nothing and nodded at her to go on. She straightened herself to a sitting position and began taking the pants off. It involved a fair amount of wriggling cause they were quite tight. Finally she was on the bed with only a pair of pink cotton panties on. Her crying had slowed down a little. "I'm sorry, Daddy!" She made a bundle of the clothes and handed them to him. He took them from her, walked to the door, opened it and tossed them out. Then he closed it and turned around. He could feel his hard cock bulging in his pants at the sight of his naked little slut. He was still telling himself it was all harmless, though. He smiled indulgently at her. "Isn't that better. Sorry I hit you Trish, I was down at the bar, and well you know..." he chuckled. Trisha was still scared by the whole event and embarrassed to be naked in front of her dad, but at least it was over she guessed. "It's OK. I'm sorry, Daddy!" "That's OK." He walked over to where she was and sat down beside her on the bed. "Here give me a good-night kiss." He leaned forward and Trisha moved back slightly in alarm. She was still naked and her father wasn't the kiss good-night type. He already had his arms around her and he brought his face up to hers and began giving her an open mouthed kiss. She tensed and tried to move back but he tightened his grip and used his weight to push her down onto the bed. "Hmmmmmph!" She squirmed under him and moved her head to one side. He moved one hand to grope her tits and began kissing her neck. "C'mon. Kiss daddy, Trish!" "Daddeeee, nooo!" She gave a heave and tried to move out from under him. Stan chuckled and half pushed, half lifted her all the way onto the bed, following her before she could move to the other side, pinning her down with his weight. He put one hand over her mouth, unbuckled his belt and undid his fly with the other. His mind was a red fog of excitement now, the warm flesh of his daughter under him his motivaton. He pulled his throbbing erection out and rubbed it on his little girls smooth stomach. She struggled under him and her head slipped slightly under his hand, letting out a muffled plea that made him even hotter. "Don't worry, daddy's coming, baby." He murmured and pulled her underwear down and out of the way. He separated her thighs with his knee and pressed his dick against her slit. It was warm and soft and incredibly tight. He pushed it in, slowly but firmly, and felt it trembling around his cockhead. Then he thrust it into her unwilling hole, slowly feeling the tightness part and meet resistance. It was heaven and he felt it nearly bursting right there. He wanted to make it last but he was drunk and too aroused, so he thrust forward busting her cherry and making her whimper under the gag of his hand. He pumped his cock into her virgin fuckhole hard and fast until he couldn't take it anymore and climaxed, his mind exploding in orgasm and his cock flooding her womb with his sibling seed. "Oh good god!" He moaned. He layed on top of her with a sigh of contentment for a minute before his senses began returning to him. He was sobering up a little, now that the initial rush was gone and a sense of dread began to overcome him and he realized what he had done. His hand was no longer covering her mouth and he could hear Trisha's stifled sobs. But it wasn't guilt he felt for raping his only child ...but fear. Fear of retribution. He sat up slowly on the edge of the bed. He heard Trisha moving behind him, but it stopped, so he disregarded it. The clearer his mind became, the more two things became clear. One: This was going to be very hard to hide. And two: It was the best experience he'd ever had. He had fantasized about rape before, even about 'snuff', but had never thought he could be capable of such a thing. And he had certainly never fantasized about his daughter that way. But the truth was the act had been better than he had imagined possible. The combination of Trisha's struggles and the look of fear and pain in her eyes had been more arousing than any other sexual experience in his life. He glanced over his shoulder, Trisha had curled up on her side and was sobbing. If she told anyone about this he'd go to prison and probably be killed there - they didn't like child rapists there. Even if she didn't tell, if her mother suspected he could lose everything. At very best he would live the rest of his live in fear of exposure. Damn! He could picture it now, him in prison waiting for the inevitable day when some other con stabbed him in the yard, while Trisha appeared on Oprah to moan about how her mean daddy had ruined her life. Shit! Fourteen years and that was the thanks he got? Damn, why had he done such a stupid thing? But even as he thought about it he remembered the look on Trisha's face, the feel of her cunt, and his limp dick began to throb again. He knew why he'd done it, the question was how to get away with it. If she only were younger. At fourteen she was probably too old to intimidate easily, a teenager nowadays knew too much about sex and the law and all that to be easily silenced. Silenced, he thought. He remembered the reason he had come up here in the first place: Intruders. He'd thought someone might have broken in. Well maybe they had, and they'd raped his poor defenseless daughter and then ...his mind jumped with incredible ease to the next step, ...and then they'd killed her, leaving her unable to identify her rapists. He waited for his mind to revolt at the idea of killing his only daughter but it didn't any more, than it had rejecting the idea of raping her. Instead it immediately dragged up memories of all the news stories he'd seen and read about little girls found raped and strangled throughout the years. And how few stories there were about anyone being caught for those crimes. He pictured Trisha struggling as he chocked the life out of her with his bare hands and his cock grew harder at the image. Or maybe he'd drown her in the bathtub, he could imagine her naked young body underwater, her eyes open and locked onto his as he held her under. He rubbed his dick absently as he thought of all the ways he could snuff her. He turned around to look at her. The smooth curve of her back was flawless, she had pulled her panties back up but otherwise had not moved. She was still crying, but a lot softer. He squeezed his prick and smiled to himself. Yup, he'd kill her to save himself, but no point in wasting such a unique and precious opportunity, he'd have some fun first. It was the least she could do for him with all the trouble she had caused him. He turned around and stroked her arm gently, she shivered and drew away without turning around to look at him. "Trish?" he spoke gently. "Trisha we need to talk." She made no reply and so he got up and walked around to her side of the bed. She didn't look at him so he kneeled down beside the bed and took her jaw in his hand, moving her face gently but firmly until she was looking at his. "I understand you're upset, but here's the deal. I'm sorry this got out of hand but I won't lie to you. A man has his needs, Trisha. And it's been a long time since your mother and I fucked." She winced when he said that word. It was a lie of course, his sex life was quite good, but Trisha wouldn't know that. "Now here's the deal. I think I've been a good father to you for fourteen years, I've never hit you before, I've provided for you and given you all the things you wanted, haven't I?" She nodded slightly, snuffling. "Right. Now, I know this isn't very conventional, but it's just a bit of sex, no harm done. I don't think it's too much for a father to ask after fourteen god damned years of taking care of you. So we're going to have a little more fun and then I promise you, I will never ever touch you again as long as you live." That much was true, anyway. She was staring up again with sobs. "No, daddy, no more, please?" He tightened his grip on her jaw. "Listen to me you little bitch, I can force you if I have to, you've seen that. Now I never wanted you in the first place, that was your mother's little surprise. But I haven't complained in a decade and a half of raising you and all I want from you in return is one night of giving me the pleasure your damned mother won't!" With that he let go of her jaw and pulled her off the bed. She came easily, still limp from shock and disbelief, he supposed. He pushed her onto her knees and stood in front of her. His dick was already hard and he shoved it in her face. "Suck!" She complied tearfully, rightly afraid of more violence. She obviously had never sucked cock before but tired gamely anyway. With his instructions she was sucking down on the shaft and fondling his balls like a pro in no time. "That's it. Use your tongue you little whore!" He took hold of her head with both hands, grabbing handfuls of her long blonde hair. He wound them around his fists and began using them as handles to move her head up and down his dick. She resisted a little at first but as he began fucking her face in earnest, she had to concentrate on breathing. Her hands had flown up to keep her balance and he reprimanded her. "Get your hands on my balls, dammit. I'll take care of keeping you where I want you." She returned a hand to fondle his balls and he shivered slightly. God, her mouth felt good! "Look at me while you suck!" She raised her blue eyes to meet his. They were red with crying and he could see tear tracks down on her face. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock and he could see she was still having some trouble getting enough air. Her mouth felt like heaven and the pleading look in her eyes was more than he could take. Without warning he pulled back and came on her face. Some of the semen hit her in the eyes before she knew what was happening. She squeezed them shut and tried to pull away but he held her there as he dumped his load all over her sweet face. It seemed to take forever and he savored every minute of it, wishing he had a camera to capture the moment. Finally he let go of her head and stepped back. He walked over to her closet and began digging around among her clothes, he pulled out some handkerchiefs and a braided belt. She was still on her knees, although she was wiping her face with the bed covers. "Lay down on the bed, on your stomach!" She obeyed him immediately. Obviously she had resigned to seeing this through as quickly and painlessly as possible. He smiled inwardly. He used the handkerchiefs to tie her wrists together behind her back and then her ankles, then he used another to gag her. She didn't resist. He made the knots nice and tight. Finally he tied her wrists and ankles together so she was hogtied. She had her eyes closed and he could feel how tense she was every time he touched her, obviously expecting the next assault. He didn't think she would expect this. He rolled her onto her back, she had to spread her knees to ease the weight on her limbs and having her arms under her made her chest stick up nicely. He stepped back and picked up the belt. He twisted it around his fist a couple of times and then raised his arm above his head. "Open your eyes you little slut!" She did so and he smiled as they widened in shock. He brought the belt down square on her cunt and even with the gag her wail was loud. No matter, he knew the sound wouldn't carry far enough for anyone to be heard. He whipped her tits next, leaving angry red welts on her smooth skin, then her stomach. She tried to roll on her side to avoid the blows so he hit her back and ass instead. She kept on squirming and crying out and he worked himself into a frenzy, raining the blows hard and fast and making her move first to one side and then the other in an effort to escape the punishment. She was screaming in pain and fear now and he realized, he was cursing at her as he whipped her, calling her a slut and a whore and fucking bitch. His arm began to ache and he gave her one last good one on the tits and dropped the belt. He looked around, panting a little from the exertion. His eyes lit on the hangers in her closet, he walked over and began yanking stuff off of them, but they were all the plastic kind, no wire hangers he could use. He cursed and began to turn away when he had another idea. The rack they hung on was about four feet long and a couple of inches across. He grinned and wrenched it loose. He grabbed a scented candle that was on the shelf as well. She was whimpering again when he returned and he could make out words through the gag, she was obviously scared now and begging him to stop. "No Trish, I'm not going to stop. I'm going to keep on raping you until I'm bored with it, ...and then I'm going to kill you!" She let out a low moan of despair and started shaking her head. "Yup. And I'm gonna fuck your snatch while you die, maybe afterwards too." He didn't wait for a reaction. He got a lighter from his discarded trousers and lit the candle. He'd never tried playing with wax as a sex toy and was curious. He let some wax build up and dripped it on her, she flinched but that was all. After a few more tries he got bored with it and decided on a more direct approach. He flicked the lighter on and held it to her nipple, the reaction was much more satisfying. He had to hold her still as he applied the flame to different areas. It didn't take very long for damage to appear so he went back to his pants and got his cigarettes. He rolled her onto her back again and straddled her waist, he took a drag from the cigarette and considered where to put it. He decided on her nipple again and put it out right in the center. Then he repeated the process with the other nipple. He smoked the cigarette that way, taking a drag and putting it out and then relighting and taking another drag. By the time he had smoked it her breasts were covered with angry little red circles of burned skin and her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat from the strain. He pulled the gag to the side a little and pushed the butt into her mouth. He made sure she swallowed it and regagged her. No point in leaving evidence. - cont. - -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+