Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2017 15:40:18 +0000 (UTC) From: Craig Brown Subject: Oooaah Daddy! part 1 Oooaah Daddy, pt1 by Pepperpuppy. I encourage every reader of Nifty to donate money (however small) to Nifty to allow them to continue operating this site. ***************************** The venom in my father's voice, not only frightened me but also had me frantically horny as I felt his firm thick cock plough into my arse without mercy. "I told you once before that if I ever caught you in them again I'd fuck your arse raw and leave it a bloody mess, didn't I" and with the word "I" he savagely thrust himself even harder into me to emphasis what he was saying. Dad was savagely raping my arse because he'd caught me wearing women's satin panties under my school uniform. Having first torn the offending garment off my body in a fabric tearing snatch, he then told me he was now going to teach me a lesson. Almost immediately after ripping the panties off me, he took his trousers and underpants off and then pulling his penis hard, tossed me onto my bed along with himself, landing on top of me where with no hesitation he forced my legs apart with his own and after feeling the tip of his prick against my hole, felt him mercilessly thrust inside of me without even considering lubricant. The initial savage thrust of his thick cock into me had me screaming in agony, which only seemed to please him. "Well little princess, how do you like your king daddy's cock in you, you little perverted degenerate" he quietly hissed into my left ear, before commencing to pound my arse for several minutes so viscously that the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other was all I could think about. After his cock's initial painful entry inside of me, which left my anal opening both raw and burning, he continued thrusting hard into me remorselessly, laughing callously at my whimpering begging that he was hurting me. "What's that you say princess, you want me to keep doing it and make it last forever" he jeeringly said. In fact the more I whimpered the harder and faster he thrust into me, as he moved his firm hands down from my over my shoulders to grip onto my waist and hips, which then allowed him to control the angle of his thrusting better and also made it go deeper, so that then he'd almost slide out of me with each lift of his hips, before again thrusting his hips downwards, always making his cock rasp over my raw anal lips each time. I also found that with each deep thrust of his cock, something seemed to push further up inside of my bowels, making me feel quite nauseous and bloated, awhile causing cramping in my tummy. It made me feel so uncomfortable I only wanted to shit, but because of dad's thick cock so far inside of me, it didn't allow me to relax my body, like I could have if I'd been sitting on the toilet ready to poop. Helpless to stop his thick cock raping me, my body gradually stopped trying to fight the uneven battle to where my body muscles began to weaken. My anal opening also became looser, allowing him to no longer need to exert his strength so much with each thrust, which also allowed him to thrust faster and deeper into me. As my body succumbed more the searing pain in my anus seemed to diminish and without realising it at first, my body began to move of its own accord up and down in synch with my dad's thrusts and I began to sigh with pleasure. Dad realised it though and wanted to make me suffer. "You little rag, you like it don't you slut" he shouted behind me. "Well then take this rag and then I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget" and with that he grunted loudly and thrust hard inside of me and press downwards firmly "oh god yeah bitch, take all my sperm you little whore because by the time I'm finished with you today, you'll never shit sperm ever again you fucking slut. I knew there and then I'd made my dad cum inside me and the gamut of emotions inside me went from relief, to happy, to excited, to satisfied, to contented, to anxiety, until to curiosity as to what my dad intended to do, since it was only about 8am and he was already late for work. At that moment I knew only that my mind was blissfully aware of my dad's heavy body lying on top of me, slumped relaxed in exhaustion and his gasping breaths implying he was sated by his performance, while his sweat trickled down over me mingling with my own. As I tried to relax under his slumped weight, a thought came into my head whether this was how women felt after sex. I wasn't a woman after all and it wasn't sex as I'd always thought sex would have been. In fact, did this mean I was actually gay, because although to begin with dad had raped me in no uncertain manner and fashion, my initial fears and pain had slowly turned to enjoyment the longer he raped me, while the initial pain in my anal area, now seemed more like an afterglow? I'd have to say that I was a little confused at how things were panning out. I mean after all, although my dad had just savagely raped me, my initial shame was now replaced by dulled contentment. Perhaps my old man was right and I really was gay? On the one hand I'd been wearing women's panties secretly for over two years now, but on the other hand I only wore them because it helped to relax me and certainly not because it aroused me in any way sexually or made me feel effeminate. Sure, I'd occasionally spoken to a few guys at school who might or might not have been gay, but I'd never encouraged any of them or anyone else for that matter into thinking I was coming onto them and most of my school friends were definitely straight (or so they loudly proclaimed if anyone hinted otherwise). But dad's raping me had actually caused my body to eventually react with pleasure after first rebelling with pain and condemnation at his unwanted insertion into me. All I DID know for certain was that my father had cum in my arse AND was threatening to do so again and possibly again ad-nauseam, until I did or said whatever was needed to be said or done, to end the situation. A few minutes later I felt dad's weight rolling off of me as he got off the bed and stood up, while telling me to stay where I was and shut up, while he then phoned his work. I then listed to one side of a conversation where my dad told his employer he'd caught me using hard drugs and he'd need to be with me in case our doctor immediately admitted me into some clinic's drug rehab program, which he claimed might take several weeks although something must have flashed through his brain, because he suddenly told his employers that he'd be back at work by the beginning of the following week! He looked down at me and said "I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget faggot," before smiling evilly. Then telling me to shut up or else, he phoned my school where he told one of the office women that I'd become suddenly ill and he was taking me to the doctors right away and that I might be absent for a week or so from classes, before listening to something said in reply and confirming he'd arrange to call in and pick up homework every second day before thanking the person and hanging up. After telling me not to move an inch, he strode out of my room and a few minutes later returned carrying a gym bag, which he proceeded to drop on the floor next to my bed, before then ordering me to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. As I stood up and grimaced at the pain between my arse cheeks, my dad had a satisfied smirk on his face. I headed over to my drawers to get my clothes, to be roughly told by my father that I wasn't going to be wearing any clothes for a few days, before he placed his hand on my shoulder and frog marched me out the door heading for the bathroom. He then left me there saying I was to get showered and be back in my room in ten minutes. In the shower I heard noises from inside the house somewhere, which was explained when I returned to my room washed, dried and naked. As soon as I entered my bedroom, the first sight immediately catching my eye was my bed, which now had a dusty old blue tarp over it along with a pile of old pillows and cushions stuffed into a large ball. Dad seeing my dumbfounded look, told me to get onto the bed and lie face down over the plastic bag filled with pillows and cushions, whereupon he quickly fastened my right wrist to a rope and cuff before doing the same to my other wrist. As I tried to comprehend what was happening, dad quickly did the same to both of my ankles so that I was now sprawled over a bundle of soft pillows restrained by my wrists and ankles, naked and with my arse vulnerably exposed. "I'll be gone for an hour or so princess, so I'd better make sure you're quiet while I'm away" and proceeded to tie a gag to my mouth which only allowed me to make a muffled sound. "Now don't you go to sleep on me princess, daddy's not going to be away for too long" before leaving me gagged and restrained in my bedroom as he left the house. A few moments later the sound of his car driving away was all I could hear and there I stayed until hearing the sound of his car returning and his opening the side door and after a few minutes of tuneless whistling, him walking back into my room. "I'm back princess, so now it's time for your coronation to happen honey. I'll just go and get changed and when I come back in, we'll start the proceedings". Five minutes later, my dad walked back into my room totally naked, sporting a reasonable chubby dangling down infront of him. His face wasn't showing any signs of anger, but I knew that he must have thought out something that he wanted to do to me, while he'd been out and was now determined to follow through with it. He quickly unfastened my mouth gag which enabled me to take deep breaths, although I'd had no trouble breathing through my nose while he'd been gone. "I hope my wittle baby princess snookums didn't have to much trouble breathing while her daddy was out, did she?" he said to me in a childish sympathetic manner, just like how a mother would speak to a baby. Then his tone changed to one of cruelty "Well princess it's time you learnt how to breathe through your nose with a mouth full of cock" before he took something out of a well filled plastic bag he'd bought in with him and grabbing my hair yanked it up making me shout out in pain. My open mouth was quickly filled with something plastic and thick, which saw me gagging while trying to breathe. "Stop bitching and breathe slowly slut" and as I did, discovered that with my mouth filled I was still able to breathe fresh air, which at least made me think I wouldn't choke to death. My father's evil laugh had me thinking that choking to death might be preferable to what he had planned for me and it didn't take long to find out what it was. "Slut, breath normally and try to relax your throat muscles" he ordered while I began to feel the plastic tube being slowly pushed further into my mouth in the hope of trying to get it partway down my throat. My natural gag reflex saw my mind panicking while my wriggling head tried in vain to stop it being further inserted in my mouth and down my throat. I felt my dad's hand grip the back of my head firmly as he encouraged me to relax my throat and breathe slow and normal. "Relax you little slut, it's going down your throat and there's no way to stop it, so stop wriggling and jerking your body and you'll find it easier to accept" he spitefully tried to assure me. It wasn't only the length and thickness of the intruder, but also the taste and feel of the latex in my mouth and throat that was making me gag furiously. It was dad's act of pinching my nose for a second several times to make me realise that he wasn't going to stop that saw me trying to control my breathing and a few minutes later saw my breathing slow enough to allow me to accept whatever he'd forced into my throat. "Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, daddy's little princess knows how to suck cock does she? Well you've got eight inches of dildo in your mouth and throat now princess and by the time I'm finished with you, you'll be able to swallow all the piss and semen you want to your heart's desire. Then you can be called Queen of Head or perhaps The Head Queen by all your boyfriends instead of just princess, or whatever it is they call you now". An unintelligible guttural sound coming from my mouth, meaning to say to him that I wasn't gay and didn't have boyfriends didn't have any effect on my father. I discovered that biting down on the dildo allowed me to breathe easier, which only had my dad telling me "better not try doing that with any of your boyfriends princess in-case you circumcise them" and laughed uproariously at his own wit. It got worse a minute later when I felt his slimy coated fingers finding my rosebud and quickly thrusting inside my arse. My body flinched at the sudden and violent intrusion which saw it being done repeatedly, which dad explained to me was lubrication to help me be more comfortable. What he was making me comfortable for was proudly displayed infront of my eyes, before without a word being spoken there was the feeling of something thick pushing up against my back door and then a firm and forceful push that saw my reluctant arsehole being forced open by a cold, heavy hard plastic cylinder with a rounded head at one end and a flared base at the other. My unintelligible scream of pain was muted by the fact my throat was filled with perhaps over 3 or more inches of dildo. "Take all of it in your arse little princess" my father sneered at me. You'd better get used to it sweetie, because it's mother is almost double its thickness. But I have to say I'm somewhat proud of the fact that you can take a 5 inch butt plug so well, which I suppose is proof enough of the fact that you must be a slut" he told me. "Better not have it slip out of you princess" was followed by several leather or vinyl straps being attached to the plug which also found their way around my waist and thighs before my father told me that I'd stay that way for the next few days before I graduated to Big Bertha so she could wreck my arse for the future and that way no faggot would ever want to try and fuck something as big as the Holland Tunnel! My "coronation" ritual took another hour before dad sprung his next part of his surprise on me. For well over an hour I'd been fastened down over a quite high padded set of pillows while my anus had begun to be stretched out. At the same time I'd been forced to breathe though my nose as my throat was blocked part way by a latex penis mouth gag, which at least allowed me to breathe through my mouth (if with some difficulty). I then had my hands and feet freed, only to have my hands quickly Velcro tied behind me before dad helped me off the bed and stand upright. In doing so, the huge butt plug hindered me not only in getting up, but then in standing up straight. Dad forced me to walk around but my anal intruder made me gait so awkward, I had to move my entire lower body while taking steps. Dad then informed his little princess of the next stage in her coronation as he carefully made my cock hard enough to then ease a tight rubber tube over the length of my penis, before fastening the end onto my penis so as to not allow it to slide off. He then took the other end and worked it onto a very thin rubber hose which he then attached to my mouth gag. He then took another thin tube and attached it to somewhere else on my gag before manhandling me back onto the tarp on my bed which no longer had the mound of pillows on it. He then positioned me so that I was lying on my side with my head on a pillow that still allowed me to breathe quite normally. "Does my wittle baby princess feel more comfortable now" he asked me in his imitation of a sweet mother's voice. I'd have like to tell him how it felt to have your arse stretched painfully out while your throat felt like you were choking to death, but it probably would have been a waste of time. "Now just so my wittle baby princess doesn't starve or get thirsty, I've rigged it so that you can swallow all the sperm you want to eat and drink as much piss as you and I can make so as to prepare you for when you're out whoring your body for rent money. Every time you piss, it's going to travel up the rubber tube attached to your cock and into the dildo in your mouth so you can drink it. The other thin tube leading off near the top of the mouth gag will allow me to attached the other end of that tube to my own cock so I can piss into your mouth too for you to drink" he informed me. "And so as you don't get too thirsty, I'm going to make you watch me drink a large glass of water every hour, maybe even two glass, and then wait for it to work its way through me so that I can keep you drinking piss until I think you've drunken enough." And with that he proceeded to drink almost two large glasses of water before telling me with a broad grin that he already needed to pee. Moments later he came round to the side of the bed I was lying on and proceeded to attached one end of the rubber tube all the way up his stiff cock and fasten it tightly. "Any moment now princess" he told me with a huge smile, but the need to firmly clamp the end of the tube onto his cock also acted as a stopper for any flow of fluids from the penis. I watched on wishing that the pressure of the clamp might cause him to kill himself, but alas, a few agonising minutes later I saw him smile broadly then saw "aagghh that's better, now get ready for a drink princess". I waited in trepidation for what was to come and actually felt the pressure inside my throat change subtly then a warm acrid flow started down my throat. "It's coming in separate to the opening that allows you to breathe" he told me. I had no option but to swallow and dad kept up a running commentary of his peeing to let me know how long I'd have to swallow for. Worse still was realising that I needed to pee myself, and try as hard as I could to stop it, the huge butt plug, didn't allow me to do so for very long until I waited for the inevitable. Luckily dad's flow had stopped before I discovered my own flavour. For the next six hours, my dad took great delight in making me watch him drink glass after glass of water, sometimes four or five in an hour. My stomach quickly became bloated by which time dad eased off as my body was needing to process the pee I'd already had to drink, so the process was a continuous one. And when dad wasn't drinking water, he was looking at nude magazines and making me watch him masturbate himself into a glass beaker. I was amazed to discover how much jizz dad could produce and how many times he could do it. And each ejaculation found him enthusiastically telling me how enjoyable I'd find drinking his cum and he'd be doing his best to make sure I got lots and lots to drink. I hope he got blisters the randy old cunt! At the end of the evening by about 10pm, he'd filled almost two glass beakers full of thick white sperm for me to drink, which I did when he used the opening in the penis gag to take the microwave reheated sperm and using a needleless syringe, inject it into the back of my throat forcing me to swallow it. It needed twenty five syringe loads to empty both beakers and make sure I was well fed! I was then allowed to try and sleep after that and found that with my huge anal intruder not allowing me to relax, spent a restless night dreading the need to pee, which seemed to be a never ending flow. I was forced to keep this up for two whole days, which with the constant swallowing of recycled urine along with not be able to shit, had my stomach constantly bloated. I had to vomit several times, which meant having to remove the penis gag from my mouth to do so and the have it enthusiastically put back on me by my dad. Towards the end of the second day, I at least didn't have to worry any more about my dad masturbating. He didn't get blister on his hands because the skin on his cock got too raw to allow him to keep tugging himself off! When the two days were over and the penis gag removed, it left only the huge butt plug to have to be extracted where upon dad said he'd give me a few hours rest and to eat some nourishing food, have enough enemas to allow me to be clean inside, and also try and get some sleep. The removal of the plug was excruciating for me, but total enjoyment for dad as I strained my body to force it out of me. Eventually it took dad using all his weight to pull it out of my arse. The entire episode was recorded by him so that when he made me watch the replay I was horrified to see my anal ring slightly follow the butt plug out of me, similar to, but nowhere near as pronounced as women's vagina's did while ejecting the baby. The pain I felt MUST have been as bad as child birth, but that didn't stop my "straight" dad from then fucking me straight after I'd expelled the plug and cuming in me, then for good measure easily sliding his enclosed fist up my arse and opening and closing his hand inside me, before quickly pulling his fist out of me. The sight of my gaping anal opening had me so shocked that I pleaded with dad, promising I'd never wear women's panties ever again, only for him to tell me with genuine sadness in his voice "princess, if I thought I could trust you to keep your word I might be able to be persuaded. But you're just like your no good cheap slut mother, when she said she'd never leave me and then went and upped and walked out on me anyway. Sorry princess, I've seen you drink my cum and piss and that only proves to me that even if you could get your arse to close back up to somewhere near was it once before, I just couldn't allow it. I can see one day you being the bike for every gay faggot to ride on within fifty miles of here. Nope, sorry son but tomorrow you're going to ride Big Bertha, and she's going to stretch and wreck your arse so completely, so that way I'll know for certain that no faggot`s ever going to be able to satisfy themselves fucking your arse or having you being able to satisfy fucking your own arse. Don't you just wish NOW you'd never tried on a pair of panties son?" ***************************** To be continued to its harrowing end in part 2. If you like the story, or have a few ideas of your own you'd like me to think about, why not let me know at craigbrownmagic@yahoo.com ...but do it quickly as I'm already partway through writing it.