From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Bedtime with Daddy   
      
   By Jude (rape, inc-dad/dau, D/s)   
      
   "Now, how about Daddy says good night properly to his princess?"   
      
   He looked down at his beautiful little baby-girl and smiled. So nice and   
   clean now, so pretty and sexy looking. He needed her again, he needed to   
   feel her body around his.   
      
   "That would be nice, Daddy. I'd like that"   
      
   She tried so hard to keep her voice even, though she felt sick inside.   
   She wanted him to be convinced of her love, and that she would do   
   whatever it took to make him happy. He didn't like it if she didn't.   
      
   Her tiny body felt so bruised already, and she was just so tired. She   
   wanted to scream at him to leave her alone, to stop hurting her, to get   
   out of her bedroom and never come near her again, but she couldn't,   
   could she? She just wanted her Daddy to love her, to be the Daddy he was   
   until her 4th birthday when he showed her his grown-up love for the   
   first time. The day of her party when he had lifted her little party   
   dress and slid his fingers into her panties would live in her memory   
   forever. That's when Daddy had changed, the day he said he loved her   
   most was the day she lost her real Daddy forever. In his place she got   
   this big man, who hurt her, and punished her and for whom she was never   
   quite good enough, no matter what she did for him.   
      
   Sarah lay and smiled hard up at her Daddy and waited for him to let her   
   know what he wanted, how he wanted to fuck her, what she should do to   
   make him feel better.   
      
   Looking down at her he stood and took in every inch of her little body.   
   Stroking his cock, he stared, as if he was admiring a wonderful piece of   
   artwork. Her lithe, immature little body was just so fucking sexy. Her   
   teeny nipples were just made to be pulled and pinched. He couldn't wait   
   until they began to flesh out a bit and he could fulfill his fantasy of   
   using clamps and pegs on them. They'd look so pretty as she screamed   
   with pain. God how he loved that tiny little belly she still had because   
   of her young age, the way it led the eye down to her narrow pelvis and   
   the dip of her hairless little cunt. He loved her pussy lips too, they   
   were just so beautiful, not really fleshy yet, leaving her clit quite   
   clear, just the way it should be. The way it stuck out like that was all   
   the proof he ever needed that she was a wanton little slut and she   
   needed to be looked after by her Daddy so she didn't go whoring around   
   to have her needs met.   
      
   Still rubbing his cock, he walked over towards the glass-fronted   
   wardrobes and pulled up the rocking chair from the corner. He still   
   clearly remembered that frigid cunt downstairs, breast feeding Sarah   
   when she was a baby in that chair. She hadn't fucking let him near her   
   for months, but she'd sit there with her tits out like a fucking tease   
   and clamp the baby to it. "Well, screw her," he thought, he had a new   
   fuck-toy now, 100% times better than she had ever been.   
      
   Settling back in the chair, legs wide apart, he called her over.   
      
   "Come over here sweetie, Daddy wants us to see what a pretty girl you are"   
      
   Slowly Sarah clambered out of her bed and walked over to where he was   
   seated. When he had installed this wall of mirrored closet doors, mummy   
   had said how lucky she was that Daddy did such nice things for her. What   
   would she think now, as her naked 6 year old walked towards her Daddy   
   and his rock-hard cock?   
      
   Soon she stood before him and smiled at their reflection in the mirrors,   
   Daddy liked it when she smiled. He looked so big in the rocking chair,   
   his shoulders as high as its padded back, and his hips filling all of   
   the pink cushioned seat. She used to love sitting in this chair before,   
   before she became Daddy's plaything. Now even the thought of it was   
   enough to make her cry. She had asked mummy if it could be thrown away   
   once, but she had told her not to be so silly.   
      
   He slid his hands under her armpits and lifted her effortlessly until   
   she was pulled back against his chest. Holding her with one arm, he took   
   her feet and placed them on the arms of the chair, leaving her   
   effectively hovering over his shaft. She scooted herself down until her   
   head rested on his shoulder and her hips were pushed forward, opening   
   her cunt up to be viewed in the mirror.   
      
   "Oh baby-girl, look how beautiful you look! You are so special, so   
   sexy...my special little girl" His words washed over her and for just a   
   moment she thought she would burst with happiness, Daddy did love her.   
   He really did!   
      
   She turned to smile at him but immediately his mouth began to search for   
   hers and she remembered why she was there. His stubble scratched her   
   cheek as he pulled her lips to his. Prying her mouth open with his, he   
   began to kiss her hard, his tongue pushing against hers, probing her and   
   holding her to him by the hand in her hair.   
      
   His other hand began to search for her titties. Squeezing and rolling   
   the tiny nubs between his finger and thumb, he kept his eyes on the   
   mirror. Pulling at the flesh, he saw her body jerk and twist a little,   
   trying to ease the tension and discomfort. She whimpered into his mouth   
   and his cock jerked in response.   
      
   He loved to make her hurt. He loved seeing her for the next few days   
   carrying the bruises he had put there. Sure, he had to be careful, the   
   fucking teacher at school was always making comments, but soon enough it   
   would be the summer holidays and she would be all his for two long   
   months. He already had plans to take her away, somewhere nice and remote   
   where she could learn exactly what pain was. She would soon be obeying   
   him without question, or she would learn there was a heavy price to pay.   
   Soon he could carry out all his fantasies and they would have such fun   
   together - well he would at least and who gave a shit about her? He made   
   her, she was his to destroy.   
      
   Breaking off the kiss, he turned her face towards the mirror and was   
   satisfied at the redness around her lips, it looked like smeared   
   lipstick, making her look exactly like the slut she was. Using both   
   hands now he twisted and jerked her little nipples and they both watched   
   his sick games.   
      
   "Daddy can't wait for your tits to grow, baby-girl. Daddy wants nice big   
   titties on his little slut."   
      
   They both watched as pinch marks began to show on the flat, lily-white   
   flesh of his daughter. They both knew tomorrow she would have small,   
   oval bruises on her skin. They would look like his fingerprints all over   
   her flesh and she would need to be sure she kept her little vest on to   
   cover them up.   
      
   As he toyed with her almost non-existent breasts his feet began to rock   
   the chair, swaying them both like they were on a play ground ride. The   
   only difference was that this was no game, this rocking action was   
   purely to make the head of his cock bounce against her little cunt. It   
      
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