Her father moved to the edge of her bed, then sat on it. He grinned crookedly at her. Linda's nostrils, flared as she smelled his whiskey breath.
"It's just you and me now," he said slowly. "You know what I mean? Janet's left us. It's just you and me now."
"Please don't say it that way," Linda sniffled, tears in her eyes. She was painfully aware of the fact that her mother had left her alone with her drunken father!
"What way?" her father teased. "You and me are gonna get along just fine from now on. Ain't we?"
He reached a hand over and touched her naked knee. Linda recoiled and pulled her leg away. Her dad laughed and suddenly grabbed her thigh in a vise grip.
"Daddy! You're hurting me!" Linda suddenly cried. She tried to push his hand off her leg, but it was no use.
Jim Simmons tightened his grip on his little girl's thigh and said through his teeth: "You behave yourself and you won't get hurt. Understand? Do you? Huh?"
"Yes! Yes!" Linda cried. "Please! Let go! You're hurting me!"
Her father's breathing quickened as he set his big hand tenderly on her naked, smooth thigh. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"
Linda shuddered when she realized what he was up to. "Take your hand off me."
Her father grinned lewdly at her.
"Take your choice, baby. This?" He gripped her thigh until she winced with pain. Then he caressed her smooth, white skin, the tips of his dirty fingers inching upward. "Or this? Thing are gonna be different around here. You're gonna have to fix my meals, now that your mother took off on us. You're gonna have to clean house and take care of things around here."
Linda pressed her hand on his, pushed it back an inch to keep it from contacting her brief panties under her dress. "I will! I will! But, please, Daddy, don't touch me! I'll do anything you say. I'll do the laundry and everything. I promise. I can cook for you. I'll take care of the house."
"I know you will," her father said flatly. "And you'll take care of me, too."
"Daddy! No!" Linda shrieked.
At that moment, she knew her mother hadn't left her a goodbye note; she'd left Linda's death warrant!
CHAPTER TWO
Jim Simmons pressed his daughter's body down on the bed. His big hands moved with lightning speed, empowered by his pent-up lust. One hand pulled the top of her dress down in front. The other shoved her dress up high on her flat belly. Then his glazed eyes devoured her cute little blue panties and matching bra. The bra was delightful, just two small triangles of filmy blue stuff. He could see Linda's nipples through the cups and her pussy through the light panties. Linda gasped as his gaze roamed freely over her lithe young body. She felt naked beneath his horny stare and his burning eyes told her that her nightmare had begun. Her worst fears were going to come true.
"Daddy… please don't look at me like that." She tried to cover her body. Her father looked mean and shoved her hands away.
"Just let me look at you," he said sternly. He pinned her wrists to her sides so she couldn't adjust her dress modestly. He wanted to enjoy a free look at her ripe, pointed tits and young pussy.
Linda shuddered. Tears stung Linda's blue eyes, and she whimpered.
"That isn't all you want to do to me. I know what you want to do." She sniffled like a hurt child. "Please don't, Daddy. Please don't do it to me."
Her father was excited by her softness and pleading voice. "Don't do what to you?"
"You know what."
"Tell me."
"No! You just want me to talk dirty!"
Jim laughed lewdly and his eyes seemed to blaze with fires.
"Tell me what you don't want me to do to you," he cajoled. He eyed her pouting young lips with lust and whispered: "Let me hear you say it."
"No!" Linda cried, twisting her face away so she wouldn't have to see the raw lust in his eyes.
"You will, baby," her father said slowly. "You'll say lots of nice sexy things, one of these days. You'll see."
"I never will!" Linda cried.
"Yes, you will. You're gonna do everything I tell you, you little cockteaser. Don't play coy with me. You've been cockteasing me for over a year now, and you know it. You sexy little bitch. Well, don't worry. Your old dad knows what you need. I've got what you want."
Linda could only twist helplessly and cry out: "Let me go! Leave me alone! Don't you dare touch me! I'll scream! I'll tell on you!"
To her dismay, her dad's eyes flared menacingly and he suddenly slapped her across the face. Her head jerked on the bed under the force of the blow. He slapped her again and glared at her until she burst into tears.
"Don't you ever say a thing like that again, you little bitch!" he snarled dangerously. "You hear me? You threaten me like that, and I'll beat you within an inch of your life! Scream, will you! Tell on me, will you!"
Linda didn't realize what she had let herself in for. But she soon found out. To her surprise and dread, her father stumbled to his feet and unbuckled his belt. Linda watched him unsnake the belt from around his waist, saw the leather strap swing loosely in the air.
"Daddy!" she gasped. "Wha… what are you going to do?"
Her answer came in a stinging blow of the belt to her naked young thighs. Linda screamed at the sudden pain. Her father had never spanked her in her life, much less beat her with his belt! Now the leather strap whistled through the air again and again. Linda cried out and bounced on the bed with each blow to her body. The belt smashed against her defenseless tits. Then her father seemed to aim for her crotch. The very end of the belt whipped against her pussy. Screaming, Linda jerked around onto her belly to escape the belt, but that left her ass fully exposed, and her father took advantage of her position. He gave her ass quite a few whacks of the strap, until the poor girl was whimpering and weeping soulfully. Only then did he let the belt fall to the floor.
Linda sobbed and shivered. And she curled up on the bed.
Her father, breathing heavily and smelling of stale liquor, knelt on the bed and pulled her body around. He got her onto her back and gazed lewdly at her.
"Now are you gonna be a good girl?" he sneered.
Linda swallowed audibly, fear gripping her heart. Her tits heaved and her breath came in little gasps as she surrendered and whimpered: "Yes… yes!"
"That's better," her dad said, grinning lustfully. Leaning down, he plastered his mouth against hers. He plunged his thick tongue into her small mouth and filled it with his lust. Linda caught her breathas the weight of his body crushed her to the bed. Sobbing helplessly, she went lax as his tongue fucked in and out of her mouth and she submitted to his superior male strength. She was cornered, trapped like a helpless little animal. Her father was boss, master, and she was servant, slave. She cried softly as her dad kissed her in a dirty way. Against her will her tits and pussy came alive.
In that moment of fear and anguish, Linda knew that she was slave to more than just her father's incredible lust for her. There was the matter of her own blossoming body. Even as her dad's tongue ravished her unwilling mouth, she remembered the sex scenes she had peeked at. She remembered peering into their bedroom and seeing her father's immense cock raping Janet's cunt, and she remembered the stirrings within her own body when she looked at those dreadful scenes. What frightened her now, as her father's big body pinned hers, was that she could feel those same stirrings deep in her cunt, and she didn't want them! But she couldn't stop them!
Jim Simmons breathed heavily through his flared nostrils as he kissed his sexy little girl and felt her lithe young body so vibrant beneath his. In his growing passion, he broke the wet, sloppy kiss, slipping his horny mouth to Linda's soft, smooth throat. His big hands moved up and down her sides, dragging her dress this way and that until more of her flesh was touchable.