"Do you know how many times you made me come, Daddy?" the pretty girl said.
"How many?"
"You made me come about a million, zillion times," she said.
"Wow."
"I am sorry that I only made you come once," she said.
"You mean that you only made me come once so far," he said.
"You mean I didn't really suck your balls dry?" she asked.
"I mean you only sucked my balls dry temporarily," he said.
"How long will it be before you can get hard again?" she asked.
"I do not think that it is going to be very long at all."
"What do you think we should do while we are waiting for your second boner?"
"I think we should go back to the house," the handsome man said.
He meant the shack.
"Isn't Mommy there?"
"Mommy went into town."
"Why?"
"She's acting like a whore at the local saloon," he said.
"Oh."
"We are going to make it on the big bed," the handsome man said.
"Ummmmmm, that sounds wonderful," the pretty girl exclaimed.
"You may not think so by the time we are through," the handsome man said.
"Why do you say that, Daddy?" the pretty girl said.
"We are going to get rough now, baby," the handsome man said.
"Huh?"
"You are going to be my slave now, Bambi," the handsome man said.
"Daddy!"
"You are going to get fucked the hard way!" the handsome man said.
"What, what does that mean?" the pretty girl stammered.
"You are going to get bound and then buggered," he said.
"You mean…?"
"Yes…"
"You are going to fuck me in the ass?" the pretty girl said.
"Yes."
"Please…"
"I don't want to hear no whining, neither," the handsome man said.
"Daddy…"
Bambi's Daddy gripped her arm tightly and dragged her to the shack.
"Get on the bed on tour belly, Bambi," the handsome man said.
"Daddy…"
"Just shut up and do as I say!" the handsome man said.
"Yes, Daddy," the lusty teenager exclaimed submissively.
Bambi stretched out on the bed on her belly. She was naked.
"You are so precious, so very precious," the handsome man said.
Daddy ran a big paw over the cheeks of Bambi's fine virginal ass.
"I am so frightened, so very frightened," the pretty girl said.
"I guess you got good enough cause," the handsome man said.
"Why are you doing this to me, Daddy?" the pretty girl said.
"I think it is going to be fun," the handsome man said.
"But, you are going to hurt me," the pretty girl said.
"I think you will end up getting into it," the handsome man said.
"Oh God. Your cock is so very big and my ass is so tight," she said.
She had her knees straight and together. Her ankles were close together. Her arms were back at her sides.
Bambi's Daddy was going to see to it that Bambi was not allowed to stay in that position for very long. He kneaded her ass flesh.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"What are you going to bind me with?" the pretty girl said.
"I am going to tie you up with thick hemp rope," he said.
"Oh my…"
"Is there a problem with that?" the incestuously lustful man asked.
Daddy felt hot blood pumping back into his flaccid dong.
"The rope is very rough, right?" the lusty teenager inquired.
"Yes."
"Won't it, won't it rub my wrists raw?" the pretty girl asked.
"Yes – and your trim little ankles too," the handsome man said.
"The ropes will leave marks on my flesh," the pretty girl said.
"Marks that will take days to fade," the handsome man said.
"Even after the bondage is removed," the pretty girl said.
Bambi's Daddy grabbed Bambi's left wrist and forearm roughly.
"Owwwwwwww, owwwwwwww," the lusty teenager exclaimed.
"You are going to be bound tightly," the handsome man said.
Bambi's Daddy pulled her arm up over her head and then down again toward the corner of the shack's big bed.
The bed had bedposts.
This was quite convenient for the man's bondage purposes. Bambi's Daddy pulled at the pretty girl's left arm so hard that she thought that feminine wing was going to be broken.
The gorgeous girl feared that her left arm was about to broken at either the wrist or the elbow. It didn't really make any difference to Daddy's passionate daughter.
Bambi knew that it would hurt like hell either way. The beautiful girl could feel the incestuously lustful man pulling at her arm so hard that there was a frightening moment or two when she feared her shoulder was about to be ripped right out of its socket.
The man pulled Bambi's wrists snug up against the appropriate bedpost. He wrapped the piece of rope around the bedpost and her wrist at the same time. He tied the rope so that it crossed the inside of her wrist twice very tightly, as tightly as he could make it. Bambi could feel her skin being rubbed raw beneath the rope. The rope was around her wrist so tightly that it completely cut off the circulation of blood to the girl's hand.
Bambi could tell without looking that the tips of her left fingers were turning a deep purple color. She could tell that the tips of her southpaw digits were turning the same color as the head of Daddy's cock when he had a full-fledged erection waving before his loins. Soon Daddy's cock was going to be in that state once again. The hot blood of the man's masculine arousal was pumping into the head and shaft of his cock in a steady flow. Bambi's Daddy could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before his cock was stiff and ready for fucking. Ready for reaming, ready for brutal buggery.
"You are tying my wrist too tight," the pretty girl said.
"The knot is supposed to be tight," the handsome man said. "But why?"
"It is my game. I can make up the rules," the handsome man said.
"I can feel pins and needles developing in the tips of my fingers."
"You are not going to be able to feel those pins and needles for long."
"No?"
"Nope."
"How come?"
"Soon you will be able to feel nothing in your fingertips."
"Oh."
"The same will be true of your fingers," the handsome man said.
"I see."
"The same will be true of your entire hand," the handsome man said.
"Yes, I can tell what you're saying is true," the pretty girl said.
"Try and wiggle your fingers at the knuckles, Bambi," the handsome man said.
"Okay."
"Do you notice anything unusual about this?" the handsome man said.
"My knuckles are getting stiffer and stiffer," the pretty girl said.
"Yes."
"I can only wiggle my fingers with increasing difficulty, Daddy."
"Good."
"That is the way it is supposed to feel, Daddy?" the pretty girl said.
"Yes. Soon your fingers will not wiggle at all," he said.
"I see."
"Your left hand will soon be feeling less and motionless, Bambi!"
"Oh my!"
Bambi was lathered with the icy perspiration of her fear. The beautiful girl kept on trying to wiggle the fingers on her left hand until those fingers would not wiggle any longer.
She was limp on the bed. She stopped struggling. She was filled with despair.
CHAPTER NINE
Because the head of the bed was pushed flush against the wall, Daddy had to circle all the way around the base so he could get to the other side and repeat the bondage process with the pretty girl's other femininely slender arm.
Bambi's Daddy took long and surprisingly graceful strides, as he moved to the other side of the bed.
He moved with an animalistic grace. He moved like a wild jungle beast who was encircling his helpless prey.
That was just how the lusty teenager felt at that moment too – like the incestuously, lustful man's helpless prey.