DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

BY HUMILIATOR

She grabbed the pillow and shoved it over her head, desperately
trying to fall asleep. She just couldn't do it. It was calling
for her, a powerful, irresistible urge. Daniella was a twelve
year old girl who was going through a dingy stage of puberty. Her
hormones were raging, causing her pussy to gush with juices much
too often throughout the day. The worst thing was that she could
not control her thoughts. While sitting in geography, trying hard
to concentrate on what the teacher was saying, all she could
think about was what he looked like without his pants on and the
size of his cock. When talking with her friends, she was no
longer content with the fluffy, teeny bopper conversations. She
would think about whether or not they were going through the same
thing as she was, and would always try to swing the conversation
towards a sexual topic.

Now, lying in bed on her belly, a pillow over her head, Daniella
was pulling her panties down along her curvy, rounded hips, past
her tender, smooth thighs and over her knees. She spread her legs
out as far as the panties on her calves allowed her to, and
raised her hips up, while laying her face down sideways and
resting upon her shoulders and knees, like a bitch ready to be
mounted. She then proceeded to slide her hand down beneath her
body, placing her warm, soft palm upon her awaiting, saturated
pussy. A sudden gasp of desperation emerged from her throat. Her
body tensed up and she thrusted her hips forward, grinding her
pussy into her hand. Her fingers slid along the length of her
pussy lips and rotated over her unbelievably sensitive clitoris,
which peaked out from under her puffy folds of pussy flesh. These
incredible sensations caused a mass of sexual energy to surge
through her body, inducing a loud wail from her esophagus,
vibrating over her quivering lips.

No longer trying to resist the craving for sexual stimulation,
Daniella frantically began to rub her fingers up and down her
slit. Her juices uncontrollably seeped from her pussy, rolling
down her thighs and hand, making the rubbing extremely sleek and
wet. Her breathing was becoming more intense, causing her to
vocalise deep moans of pleasure. Daniella rocked her hips back
and forth over her hand, while balancing on her knees, causing
her to sweat profusely. The covers hugged her body closely,
making the experience all the more fervent.

Lately all she wanted was for someone to take her, a strong,
attractive man to seize and ravish her. Now, that is what she was
picturing in her young, adolescent mind as she desperately
plunged her fingers inside her hot, soaking cunt. Her moans
turned into grunts while she senselessly shoved her fingers in
and out of her gluttonous pussy like a wild bitch in heat.
As Daniella busily worked to satisfy the demands of her pussy,
her father awoke with quite a different need of his own to
satisfy; the need to empty a full bladder. However, as he walked
down the hallway towards the bathroom, he overheard his
daughter's desperate cries. Alarmed at first, he rushed to her
bedroom door, swinging it open suddenly. To his surprise Daniella
was in no need of help at all. After studying the scene for a few
moments, Angelo quickly came to his senses and realised that his
twelve year old, innocent little daughter was masturbating.
Involuntarily, his penis began to harden, and assisted by the
full bladder, it turned into a large, raging hard on. He stood
there, naked, staring at his twelve year old daughter, filled
with a combination of lust and outrage.

Daniella, completely absorbed in the deed, was oblivious to the
swinging of the door and the presence of her father. All she
cared about was the imaginary cock, simulated by her fingers,
sliding in and out of her cunt. Her body convulsed
uncontrollably. Her mind boiled. As the heat become unbearable,
she tossed her covers away with her free hand, treating her
father to the staggering sight of her juicy arse and an immensely
wet pussy, with a hand settled between her wide spread legs,
vivaciously jabbing two fingers in and out of her cunt. Tears
filled her eyes as her premature cunt twitched wildly from
overstimulation, nearing a climax. Her body jerked with violent
tremors as she wept and wailed from the fierce agitation and
commotion her body was being exposed to.

Her father proceeded to approach Daniella, but even this did not
alarm her. He took control of himself, knowing that such
behaviour was in need of discipline, or she might become a total
whore, running around town, spreading her legs for any cock she
happened to admire. Not only would that shame the family name, it
would also expose little Daniella to undesirable men who only
cared about taking what they could and leaving the garbage for
someone else to take care of. No, he would not let that happen.
Daniella needed a steady hand to keep her little cunt in line.
The only way this could be done is if someone suitable was found,
but considering her age, who would want a little brat to take
care of? That meant one thing. Despite being her father, Angelo
would have to discipline Daniella in the ways of sex by himself.

Daniella heaved a large breath of air and let out an ear piercing
scream. Her pussy was on fire! Her body trembled, knees barely
keeping her up. Her eyes were shut up until that final moment
when her body shook violently, her pussy buckled tightly around
her fingers, gushing forth with thick bodily fluid, which soaked
her thighs and the sheets beneath her. As wave upon wave of
sexual energy scoured through her body, her eyes opened wide,
tears of pleasure rolling down her cheeks.

At first the picture was not so clear in the darkness. She was
still on her knees, rubbing her pussy to oblivion like a bitch in
heat, while a dark, tall figure stood by her side. She was in a
daze. It felt like time stood still, but her body was fixated in
a state of ecstasy. Slowly, as the picture got clearer, she began
to emerge from her altered state of consciousness. Although she
continued to rock back and forth, huffing and puffing, rubbing
her pussy in the final moments of bliss, she now realised that
the figure by her side was, in fact, her father. He stood naked
before her with a massive cock pointing towards her and his eyes
glared at her in a way that she had never seen him look at anyone
before.

She tried to speak, but the previous, rigorous activity had taken
all the energy out of her, causing her throat to vocalise some
incomprehensible rasping noise, that only added to the
humiliation of being found in this degrading position. Finally
her knees faltered and she collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion,
hand stuck underneath, between her legs. Daniella looked up at
her father, knowing that his look could only mean that she was in
trouble, and pleaded with her seemingly innocent, brown eyes.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here?" Her father said
mockingly. "We have a desperate little slut!" He looked at her
with a cold glare.

"Who would have known that such an innocent little girl, that
always made her father proud, would turn into such a filthy,
little, bitch in heat."

Daniella lifted her face up as if it speak, but he suddenly
grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head right back, lifting
her up.

"Shut up you little whore! I don't care what you have to say." He
snarled in anger, while turning her body upright, exposing her
nakedness to his lustful eyes. Daniella backed away from his hand
and hugged her knees up to her chest, trying to hide her exposed
body from his gaze.

"I...I...I'm ss...so...sorry, daddy." she stammered in
embarrassment. "I just... I couldn't..."

"You couldn't what, slut?" He uttered with a threatening tone,
seizing her by the hair once again.

"I couldn't help myself daddy!" she finally released. "I'm sorry!
Lately I just haven't been myself. I can't help but touch myself
down there."

Angelo calmed himself a little and gently stroked his thumb along
his little girl's cheek, wiping away her tears. He had to
reorganise his approach. She was being reasonably straightforward
about this, and he shouldn't punish her for that. Nevertheless,
her previous actions could not be ignored. He lowered his gaze
down from her eyes to her shapely legs, and the wet, puffy folds
of flesh that peaked out from between her toes.

"So, my little slut," he spoke with a strange, seemingly
affectionate tone, "your pussy was craving to be touched, and you
could not resist?"

"M...m...my pussy?" She said as if unsure, but glanced between
her legs and moved her toes in to hide it. Her face was going red
from having to admit all this to her father.

"Yes, your pussy! Your cunt! That dirty, little thing between
your legs that always gets women into trouble. I'm sure you know
full well what I'm talking about."

"Well, yes daddy, I needed to touch it. It felt so good!"

Suddenly he lifted his arm and without hesitation, gave her a
sharp slap across the face with the back of his hand.

"Only animals give into their sexual urges!" He shouted at her as
she cried from the slap and cowered before him in fear, rubbing
her little cheek to sooth the stinging.

"Is that what you are? An animal, a filthy, depraved, little
bitch in heat?"

"No daddy! I'm sorry, I won't ever do it again, I promise!" She
pleaded with him. He grabbed her by the legs and dragged her down
the bed, while she wriggled helplessly in protest. Although she
just came, her sexual urges were by no means dead, and the
adrenalin pumping through her body created by the struggle with
her father was keeping her level of arousal at a peak.

Finally Angelo wrestled her down into a helpless position on the
bed with her wrists pinned above her head, knees bent over the
edge of the bed, and her thighs spread wide before her father.
The shivering of her body revealed her fear, as she felt
completely exposed before her father's judgemental gaze. Such
embarrassment she had never felt before. Her underdeveloped
breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, and her pussy
lips dilated simply from being exposed in such a lewd manner. For
several moments that lasted like hours, the only thing that could
be heard in the room was Daniella's heavy breathing.

Content that Daniella was calm and would no longer struggle, at
least for a while, Angelo proceeded with his inquisition.

"To masturbate, like you were doing, is a very sick and depraved
act. Only desperate and filthy girls do such things. Those girls
are no better than animals." He told her, as if teaching her
something new about life.

"Yes daddy," were the only words to emerge from her lips. She lay
as still as possible, not wanting to get him any angrier than he
already was.

"What you did was a very naughty deed," he went on. "It means
you're almost just like one of those animals. Such deeds deserve
punishment. Girls who act like animals, deserve to be treated
like animals. Do you understand?"

She nodded, but in truth, understood very little, except for the
word punishment, which had obvious implications.

"You have promised that you shall never do this again. Can I
still hold you to that promise?" A delicate smile crept up along
his face as he spoke those words.

She nodded quickly and blurted out, "yes daddy! I'll be a good
girl for you, I promise. I won't do anything like that again..."
but as she spoke those words of reassurance, her daddy's hand
slowly crept up along her inner thigh. At first, Daniella did not
notice. However, once his palm came in contact with her slick,
tender pussy lips, she paused in mid sentence and let out a short
gasp.

For a moment there she lay still, her father's hand rubbing her
pussy, reawakening those titillating, sexy feelings in her little
cunny. However, as her eyes met her father's gaze, the situation
dawned on her and she began to struggle again.

"Daddy! Wh...wha...what are you doing?" She asked in protest
while desperately trying to wriggle beneath her father's pinning
hand in an attempt to get away, which only added to the
stimulation of her pussy.

"I'm testing to see if you are going to keep your promise," he
said with a distinct lack of emotion, as his hand continued to
probe at her pussy lips. A look of terror came across her face as
she felt her body respond to his intruding hand. He held her
thighs wedged open with his knees and her arms at bay over her
head. Although her pussy was still wet from the previous
incident, he knew that she was becoming aroused again as her slit
parted open from having her clitoris rubbed, welcoming his
fingers inside against her will.

She desperately tried to control herself, knowing that if her
body gave in to the sexual urges, there would be dire
consequences. The word punishment kept ringing in her head, along
with the words slut and animal. Daniella knew that some men would
beat their wives if they misbehaved. In fact, she recalled that a
while ago, her father had called her mother a "slut" and beat her
harshly, although for what she was not sure. She also knew that
circus animals were whipped if they didn't do what they were
told. This in turn made her think about South American history
that they had learned in class, of how Africans were treated like
slaves. African women were whipped, just like animals, if they
did not perform their required, sexual tasks. This thought
partially brought Daniella back to reality, as she realised that
her Daddy might be inclined to do that very thing.

She felt her pussy being stretched by two thick fingers that
vigorously thrusted in and out, skilfully rasping against her
clitoris, and curling on the inside, which sent wild sparks of
irresistible pleasure through her concupiscent, young body. The
pleasure brought her back to the fantasy of an African slave
woman on, this time on her hands and knees, just like an animal,
being whipped and ordered to lick a man from his foot up along
his leg, towards his large, erect cock. Daniella could almost
feel the stinging from the whip, as she pictured that it was her
who was desperately licking her way up a man's leg, towards his
cock. As her face moved up, she saw her father's face, and
realised that it was his cock she was about to suck on.

Suddenly a hand swiped through the air and crashed against her
face, making her realise that she was still lying on the bed,
with her legs spread wide apart for her father, while thrusting
her hips up to meet his hand, and whimpering uncontrollably.

"You filthy little slut!" he yelled and delved his fingers in and
out of her pussy at the same time. "You're such a desperate bitch
in heat that you're even enjoying your own father's fingers
thrusting into your hungry little cunt."

"No Daddy!" she screamed out and began to cry again from the
slap. "I don't want this. I don't... I don't! STOP!"

Despite her words of protest, Daniella's body had completely
betrayed her. As if with a mind of its own, her body was keenly
bucking forward and her legs spreading out wider to meet her
father's trusting fingers. Her hands were still locked behind her
head, causing her to arch further up, as her hips gyrated upon
her daddy's hand.

"Daddy... stop... please... no... no... no!" Her pleas continued,
until suddenly Angelo seized the thrusting of his fingers and
pulled them right out, leaving Daniella humping upwards at empty
space in frantic need.

"Well, I guess if you really don't want it, I'll stop." He said
mockingly, knowing full well that her body was beyond withdrawal.
This brought a sudden shock to the poor little girl, and she
burst into tears all over again, while still aimlessly humping
into the air, restrained by her father's hand holding her wrists
tightly above her head.

"Daddddeeeeyyy!!" Daniella wailed in despair.
"Puhh-lllleeeaaa-sss-eee." Now she was picturing the African
slave wearing a collar, and secured by the leash to a wall. She
tried to crawl forward, chocking herself on the leash,
desperately trying to get a delicious cock into her mouth that
was dangling just an inch away from her lips, the exact distance
of her daddy's hand from her pussy.

"Yes sweetie?" her daddy said, "is something the matter?"

She nodded desperately and proceeded to hump aimlessly into empty
air. The whole bed was squeaking from her movements of
desperation. She couldn't even close her legs in order to squirm,
as her knees were kept wide apart by her sadistic father.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he taunted her, while she
desperately cried, "Daddy!"

"What sweetie? Tell me what daddy can do to help." A satisfied
grin was splayed on his lips, and his eyes leered at her, knowing
that he had won. She returned his gaze with her deep green eyes,
wide in fear and panic, and finally defeat.

"Fff..fffuuu...fuckkk! Fuck me Daddy! Please!"

His hand closed upon her pussy, which instantly began to bump and
grind against his solid palm. Once again, those familiar
sensations were returning, surging throughout her pussy,
concentrated in the bundle of nerves of her clitoris.

"You want your own daddy to fuck you, slut?"

She nodded urgently.

"Does that mean you are a filthy animal? A desperate little bitch
in heat, that deserves to be beaten, fucked at will, and treated
like a dog?"

The picture of the black slave, on her hands and knees, wearing a
leash, returned to Daniella's mind. She was now contently sucking
on that cock like a delicious bone, while someone was flogging
her senselessly with a sharp whip all over her back and arse.
After a little while the picture transcended, and it was Daniella
herself, standing on all fours, enduring a brutal whipping, but
contentedly sucking on her Daddy's delicious cock. It was all
making sense. Her daddy was right. She was a filthy, perverted
animal, a dog.

"Yes Daddy! I am a dog. I need to be fucked. I need it... I need
it... I need it!"

"Whose dog are you, slut?" He yelled at her hoarsely, as he
finally released her hands, spread her legs out wider and took
hold of his huge, erect cock, and pressed the head against her
quivering pussy lips, preparing to fuck his little, virgin
daughter.

Daniella realised that dogs were pets belonging to people. Who
did she belong to then? Of course! It was her beloved Daddy!
African women were slaves to European Masters, so too, she was a
slave, a dog slave, and her Daddy was her Master.

"Daddy, it's you! I belong to you! I am your dog, you are my
Master. Master, fuck your dog, please! Daddy, fuck me! Beat me!
Anything, please!" Her cries and words filled the whole house as
she rigorously clawed at her breasts, while her pussy was being
teased by her daddy's thick cock head. Juices leaked from her
like from an open bottle.

His daughter's lewd words filled Angelo with incredible lust. He
felt a great sense of power overcome. In his possession he held
the sexiest little thing he'd ever seen, his own daughter. He had
conquered her mind. Now she would do anything that he wanted her
to do, he was sure of it. He reached out with one hand, wrapping
it tightly around her shoulder, keeping a secure hold on her as
he finally nestled his cock head between her pussy lips, parting
them out wide, which caused Daniella to emit a loud groan. Her
little fingers tightened around her breasts as her tight, virgin,
pussy was filled with cock for the first time. Angelo retreated
his hips all the way back, and in one fluid motion, he slammed
them back into his little girl, tearing her hymen apart,
eradicating any remains of her virginity and innocence, and
impaling her young, sexually callow body upon his huge, majestic
cock.

Daniella screamed out from the incredible pain of having her
tight little cunt penetrated for the very first time by such a
huge cock. Her inner cunt muscles instinctively contracted,
trying to keep the cock out, but as her daddy began to pound his
hips back and forth, repeatedly assaulting her destitute little
pussy with his engorged, throbbing cock, her defences became
useless, and she gave into his vicious onslaught. Despite the
intense pain in her pussy, Daniella's sexual arousal was by no
means impeded. In fact, the pain in her abused cunt was serving
to heighten her arousal, causing her previous humping to become
renewed with voracious vigour.

Angelo pounded his little girl into the bed. His hands slid up
along her smooth body and mauled her tender, underdeveloped
breasts in their tight grip. Tears streamed down her face and her
breath was coming out in sharp pants, from the over stimulation
of her fragile body. She grabbed onto her daddy's arms, trying to
pull him in closer. Wanting to be filled completely by his cock.
At this point in time, Daniella thought she would never be
complete again without her father's cock buried deep inside her
pussy. She had no other purpose or desire to live for.

"Da...aaddy..." she managed to blurt out between gasps,
"fuck...me...hard. I...neeeed...it."

Angelo lowered himself over his daughter, crushing her beneath
his large, muscular body. He slid his hand over her face, pushing
it into the bed, and slipped his thumb inside her mouth, which
she eagerly began to suck on. He wrapped his other arm around her
waist and proceeded to fuck her with all his might. Driving his
massive cock into her tight little cunt, which squeezed around it
and gushed with juices.

"You filthy little slut!" he yelled. "You deserve to be fucked
and abused day in, day out. You're good for nothing else, you
hear me?"

"Yesss! Daddy, I'm your fuckpet. I deserve to be hurt."

With that Angelo slid his hand down the side of her slender body,
squeezing and kneading at her tender flesh, and then reached for
her pelvis. As he battered away into Daniella's pussy, he wrapped
his thumb and forefinger around her sensitive, throbbing clitoris
and squeezed it hard, inducing a loud wail from his daughter's
delicate lips. The sudden shock of pain, combined with nerve
shattering pleasure, brought the little wanton slut over the edge
upon a euphoric high, causing a commotion of feelings and images
to rush through her young, whimsical mind. Her body shook
violently, jerking with uncontrollable spasms as thrust after
thrust of thick cock meat filled her gluttonous pussy.

Angelo could feel his entire cock being swallowed by his little
girl's tight, convulsing pussy as it squeezed his shaft with its
powerful internal muscles. His cock was engorged to the limit,
with his balls threatening to burst at any second.

The moaning of his slut daughter filled Angelo's ears with the
words, "mmm... Daddy... fucking very good... mmm... cock... I
love cock..."

Angelo had originally intended to put his daughter in line, but
he never expected that she would turn into such a submissive
little slut. Upon hearing those words he seized her in his arms,
lifting her fragile body off the bed, and shot out globs and
globs of cum, while his hips pounded away and his cock jerked
deep inside her soaking pussy. When his cock was completely
emptied, he simply put her back into bed, not bothering to cover
her up, grunting out "go to sleep, slut," and slammed the door
shut on his way out.

Daniella lay there completely still and silent. She could barely
breath, let alone move. Her pussy leaked with cum, but felt an
awful emptiness. Pain engulfed every part of her body. Without
the sexual excitement to stimulate her mind, a terrible thought
now came into her head. What the hell had she done? Was she
crazy? She was a filthy animal and there was nothing she could do
about it. These thoughts brought tears of despair, but she could
not vocalise anything except a dry squeak. This went on for some
time until she finally cried herself to sleep.

Daniella awoke in the morning with the light shining into her
eyes. Bed covers covered her body, and she wore a nightie and
undies. She thought about the events of the night, but realised
that she could not work out what was real and what wasn't. The
African dog slave woman, her father's cruel words, his massive
cock splitting her pussy, the feeling of being completely
humiliated, it was all a blur. One thing was sure though, when
she touched her pussy, it still sent sparks of pleasure through
her. The rest didn't matter so much, at least not for the next
fifteen minutes, during which her fingers played with that little
wet slit between her legs.

******

After a little while longer of lying comfortably in bed, bathing
in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm, Daniella got up and went
down to the kitchen, not even bothering to change out of her
night gown, or take a shower. The events of the previous night
were conveniently forgotten for the time being as she skipped
through the house, acting in her usual cheery self.

She walked into the kitchen to discover that all her family were
already up eating breakfast. It was not unusual for the Philleone
family to be quiet in the morning, however as Daniella sat down
at the table, no one bothered to look up, or even reply to her as
she said good morning. Her father Angelo read the newspaper and
slurped at his espresso like he did every other morning. Her
mother simply looked down at her plate, while quietly eating her
bacon and eggs. Her sixteen year old brother was the only one to
even remotely acknowledge her presence. He nervously glanced at
her every now and then before looking back into his own plate.

Daniella looked at her family, from one face to another, trying
to gauge what they were thinking, and why they were acting this
way. Her stomach began to churn and she shifted around anxiously
in her seat. The thought that her Daddy might have told them
about what happened began to torment her young, fragile mind.
This could be the only reason as to why they were all acting this
way, she thought. However, upon reflection, she remembered that
her daddy had forced himself on her and brutally raped her. Why
was she worried about him telling everyone what happened if she
was the victim? But then, why were they all treating her like it
was her fault?

After pondering a little while longer, and aimlessly looking from
one face to another, Daniella decided to speak out, "what is
going on here? Why isn't anyone talking to me?"

No one said a single word; the only response being more nervous
glances from her brother. She looked him dead straight in the
eyes, putting on her best threatening expression. He couldn't
look away when she did that, because he felt guilty knowing what
was about to befall her. So instead he matched her expression
with his own, and mouthed something, which could only be
interpreted as the word "slut".

Daniella gasped in shock and the churning feeling in the pit of
her stomach began to get worse. How dare he call her that? But
that was exactly what her father had called her last night. Well
not exactly. His more precise descriptions were "filthy little
slut" and "desperate little bitch in heat". The images came
flooding back again into her mind with more vigour and vividness.
She remembered that she had been masturbating all night, and that
at some point her father caught her in the act. She remembered
how he slapped her and called her filthy names, saying that only
animals do that kind of thing, and then he made her promise that
she would never act like a slut again. Daniella subconsciously
began to squirm in her seat as she recalled that he had started
touching her pussy and that she kind of liked it, but after that
her memory was a little hazy. All she could remember was that her
hips were thrusting forward uncontrollably and the warm glowing
feeling that spread throughout her entire body, the kind of
feeling that was spreading through her now as she pressed her
legs together, squirming in her seat.

Her brother noticed his sister's strange behaviour, and when he
finally realised what she was doing he laughed out loud and
repeated the word that he had mouthed earlier, but this time with
more conviction and quite audible, "you slut!"

This brought Daniella out of her trance and made her realise that
she was visibly squirming in front of her family, who were all
now gazing at her. She looked at her brother again and gave him
another angry look, but this did not get rid of the arrogant,
teenaged grin from his face. Her father on the other hand, looked
over at his son and scolded him, "I told you not to pay any
attention to the dog. She needs to be taught a lesson."

Daniella shrieked out in protest, "Daddy! Why are you doing this
to me? I'm not a dog. I didn't do anything wrong!" She was met by
silence as all faced turned away from her again. After a few
minutes of suffocating stillness Daniella was on the brink of
tears. She quickly jumped out of her seat and ran around to her
father's side, trying to get up onto his lap, hug him and cry
into his shoulder like she always did when she was upset. After
all, Daniella was daddy's little girl. However, a quick shove
from daddy sent his little girl falling onto the floor, nightie
pooling up around her waist to expose her nearly transparent,
cotton white panties.

After laying on the floor for thirty seconds, balling her eyes
out, trying to recover from the immediate pain, she got up on
hands and knees, and crawled back over to her daddy, grabbing his
leg with both arms and hugging it close, while giving his thigh
quick little kisses. "Daddy... please... I'm sorry. I won't be
naughty again. I'll be good, I promise."

Daniella desperately pressed herself against his leg, clutching
to it as hard as she could. Her budding little breasts rubbed
against his hairy leg through her sheer nightie, and her pelvis
pressed against his ankle. The contact made her feel good,
relieving some, but not all of her anxiety, as it reminded her
that she was not alone. Being ignored was the worst thing in the
world for little Daniella. She wanted, in fact needed all the
attention she could get. Whether it was good or bad was not so
important.

After about five minutes of whining, begging and clinging, Angelo
calmly put his newspaper down and looked down at her with an
impassive face. He stared at her for a few moments, watching her
rub herself against his leg. She returned his gaze with puppy dog
eyes, little whimpers emanating from her pouting lips, but
continued to clutch at her father's leg, subtly trying to rub
herself against it. He wondered if she was even aware of what she
was doing, or if her hormones had taken her consciousness over
completely. Everyone was looking at her now, but only her father
was aware of what she was trying to do to his leg.

Finally he spoke, "It is good that you have found your rightful
place on all fours, you slut, but after last night's performance
making anymore promises is useless."

Daniella looked at him wide eyed and quickly backed off his leg,
becoming all too conscious of the connotations of what she was
doing. She let out a few whimpers and looked around at her
mother, who timidly sat by her husband, looking back at her half
naked daughter. Turning her attention to her brother didn't bring
any sympathy either, as he only gazed at her lustfully with a
typical perverted, teenage grin on his face.

"It is good that you're not saying too much," said Angelo, "a
stupid dog like you can't possibly say anything intelligent."

That did it for Daniella. She was not a dog and she was
determined to prove it. Now that she had everyone's attention,
she quickly stood back up and began to speak. "I am NOT a-."

A quick slap from her father not only shut her up before she
managed to utter a full sentence, but also sent her tumbling back
onto the floor, her back hitting the fridge. Tears welled up in
her eyes again and she hugged her knees to her chest, trying to
hide her face, but inadvertently exposing her cute bottom and her
panty clad little cunt.

"Who told you that you could get back up, slut?" Angelo roared
angrily.

"No one Daddy," replied Daniella while balling her eyes out and
keeping her face hidden.

"I told you slut, from now on you will be treated like a dog, a
dog that you admitted to being last night. That means crawling on
all fours, and talking only when spoken to."

Daniella raised her face to look up at her father, an expression
of complete horror overcoming her. He was standing up now,
towering above her as she sat back against the fridge with her
knees drawn up beneath her chin. She tried to speak but all that
came out were little whimpers and cries.

"Look dad," said her brother Michael, "you can see right through
her panties. The little slut must have gotten wet while holding
your leg."

Daniella looked over at her brother with that same expression of
horror on her face, not believing that her own brother would say
such things about her. Angelo snickered as he looked at
Daniella's panties, seeing that his son was right. Both of them
grinned at her mockingly. Only her mother looked concerned, still
sitting back in her place like a dutiful wife.

"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me. I promise, I'll
show you how good I am. I won't get wet anymore!" Daniella
finally managed to say between tears and whimpers.

"Will you really?" remarked Angelo, before suddenly grabbing her
by the arm and dragging her out of her cocoon next to the fridge.
Her body stretched out on the floor, torso hanging limp from the
arm as he held it tight. He then reached down and scooped her up,
lifting her up onto the table and laying her flat across it with
her legs dangling off the edge. Michael got up off his seat to
give his father some more space and looked down at his little
sister spread out on the table.

Angelo looked over at his wife and calmly said, "hold her arms
above her head."

Daniella didn't even think to struggle in the midst of her
whimpers and tears. However, upon hearing her fathers words, she
looked up into her mothers eyes with her head laying flat on the
table, and pleaded with a puppy dog eyed expression and more
whimpers for her mother to do something to stop all this. Frieda
stared back at her daughter's pleading eyes. She hated what was
going on, but what could she do? She could not disobey her
husband, especially considering her own history. But even so,
somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was right. She
knew that such a sexual appetite as she was witnessing in her
daughter now, and indeed in her own self, needs to be contained
and disciplined. So, ignoring her daughter's further pleas, and
with one more demanding look from her husband, she reached out,
grabbed her daughter's hands and pinned them down to the table
above her head.

"Daddy, why are you doing this to me?" Daniella pleaded with a
stutter amidst her tears.

"Because that's what you asked for last night, slut."

"Noooooo! That's not true! I...I wasn't feeling well Daddy, I
don't know what came over me."

But her words now fell on deaf ears, as she obviously didn't know
what she wanted herself. Angelo pulled her nightie up to her
waist, grabbed the band of her drenched panties and roughly
dragged them down her legs until they fell from her feet onto the
floor. Daniella tried to keep her legs closed, but this only
caused her to squirm absent-mindedly in front of her family.
After having masturbated for half the night, being fucked by her
father, masturbating again in the morning, not bothering to
shower in the morning, and now being in a constant state of
arousal, Daniella was discharging a particularly noticeable
stench from between her legs, as her father forcefully spread
them open. Her entire family looked at her in disgust as she lay
there helpless and exposed. She could even smell herself, so she
knew why they were looking at her that way. Her face burned red
from humiliation, and since she practically couldn't move at all,
she did all she could, and that is whimper like the dog she was.

Her father chuckled mockingly and then bent down to pick up the
panties. He looked up at her again, holding up the saturated
panties for her to see and said, "open your mouth, slut."

Daniella quickly parted her jaw without protest, knowing full
well that those panties were going to end up in there. It wasn't
even the threat of punishment that made her comply so quickly,
but rather being in this situation, it seemed like doing as she
was told was the natural thing to do. Angelo plugged her mouth
with the panties, giving her a taste of her own used cunt.
Daniella closed her mouth around her panties, biting down on
them, with only a little bit sticking out. She whimpered of
course, but didn't dare spit them out. Now, whimpering was
certainly all she could do.

Angelo looked down at his handiwork, grinning at the sight of his
own little girl sprawled out on the table with her wet pussy
completely exposed, and cotton white panties emerging from her
stuffed mouth as she sobbed pitifully. Considering how wet she
was, it wasn't certain whether the sobbing was an indication of
her suffering, or a response to being so embarrassed from
everyone seeing how turned on she really was. Either way, as his
hand slid up along her sticky, parted thigh, Daniella
absentmindedly raised her hips, and as soon as his palm pressed
against her eager, twelve year old cunt, her sobbing turned into
a loud wail and her hips instantly responded by gyrating and
humping her cunt into his hand. Frieda opened her mouth in shock
as she stared at Daniella, no longer doubting her husband's words
that their daughter had become a complete animal. Michael looked
at his sister with wide eyes, also in disbelief, but mainly with
lust. His teenage cock had been throbbing all morning from the
moment his father told them about what happened in the middle of
the night.

Daniella shook uncontrollably over the table as her father shoved
his fingers inside her leaking, desperate cunt. It was as if
everything that happened earlier had made her hungry for more.
Prior to last nights events she had certainly been addicted to
masturbation, but now she craved it as if her life depended on
it. She looked around from one person to the next eyes glazed
over with lust. She sensed their gazes judging her, feeling
humiliated beyond belief, but all she could do was grunt each
time her father sunk his fingers deep into her pussy, and hump
against his hand like a rutting bitch in heat.

Angelo spat at his daughter's lust contorted face as he rammed
his fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, demonstrating to his
family what an animal she had become and why he had to treat her
the way he did last night.

Michael saw his dad as a role model for masculinity, so he
followed suit and also spat at his sister's face, yelling out,
"you filthy slut! Dad was right, you are an animal!" Daniella
could only groan and continue bucking her hips.

Angelo chuckled at this and said, "son, you can even slap the
bitch if you like. She certainly deserves it."

This encouraged Michael and made his cock throb harder. He walked
up to the side of the table, looking down at his sister's slime
covered face with a sadistic grin, and gave her a single,
tentative slap. The slap actually came out harder than he
intended, frightening him for a moment. Her head snapped to the
side, leaving a red handprint, and she burst into tears. However,
no words of complaint left her lips and her hips never for a
moment stopped rising up to meet her father's thrusting fingers,
which fed her craving pussy the stimulation she so badly needed.

Michael felt a fire burning in his gut, giving him an incredible
sense of power as the abuse of his twelve year old sister was met
with no resistance or punishment. His father of course gave him
an approving nod, but his mother didn't even give him a
displeased look as she usually did even for any minor
mistreatment of his sister. Knowing that he could now do
virtually anything that he pleased to her, Michael raised his
hand again and gave his poor little sister another few slaps
across the cheeks. Daniella looked up into her brother's eyes,
saliva smeared all over her face, seemingly trying to say
something, but all she did was groan some more. Her eyes were
pleading for something, but with her body in spasms, and her hips
humping wildly, it was impossible to tell what she was pleading
for, so he simply grinned at her and gave her another slap.
Daniella groaned again and her eyes rolled into the back of her
head. Her body went into a series of convulsions and she
slobbered at the mouth, while her pussy gushed with globs of
thick cum all over her father's hand. It was as if her body
ceased to be under the control of her mind, causing her nervous
system to go into a spastic fit from the overpowering orgasm.

Frieda quietly watched this horrific scene of her daughter being
spat on and beaten, and reduced to nothing more than an animal,
while holding her hands in place so that she doesn't fly off the
table in the midst of her convulsions. She couldn't look up at
her husband or her son, as she was too ashamed for having no will
power to stop this, but more to the point, for having such a slut
of a daughter. What disturbed her most, however, is that she
empathised with her daughter. She wasn't sorry for her - she was
envious. Her own pussy was gushing, and only the corner of the
table could provide some relief, because if her husband or her
son, or even her rutting bitch of a daughter had noticed the
state she was in, she would not be able to face them as a mother
and wife ever again.

Daniella mumbled and licked her lips, her eyes still shut, but
her body now lay calmly on the table, basking in the aftermath of
her orgasm. As her eyes began to open, and she realised that her
entire family was gazing at her, she became deathly pale and
extremely self conscious of her physical condition. Her legs were
still parted obscenely wide, the air stinking heavily of her cunt
juice. Her nightie clung tightly to her body due to excessive
sweat, making it completely transparent so that wearing it had no
use in keeping her budding little breasts hidden. Her nipples
stood out erect, poking through the nightie, while her hair clung
to her face from all the spitting and her own slobber. To make
matters worse, her panties were still shoved into her mouth.

Three sets of eyes examined her body as if she were a juicy chunk
of meat, yet different thoughts were going through each mind.
Daniella couldn't possibly know what they were thinking, but all
that came to her own mind was the semiconscious dream she had
last night about the African slave who had been treated like a
dog, and how she hungered to suck on a cock. Her father's voice
kept ringing through her head, 'filthy little bitch in heat!
filthy little bitch in heat! filthy little bitch in heat!' Her
wet panties were finally pulled out of her mouth, and then she
instinctively began to lick on a hand drenched with her juices as
it was shoved in her face. She was too dazed to question what was
going on, and just kept on licking, her panties covering her
eyes. Then before she knew it, some other hand roughly grabbed a
chunk of Daniella's hair, her body was roughly pulled off the
table and then carelessly flung onto the floor, causing her to
collapse in a heap.

Daniella felt her limbs throbbing, so she gradually spread them
out and lay flat on her back. She then lifted her head and saw
her father towering above her as she lay on the floor, helpless
and completely at his mercy. Finally she hear his voice again,
not in her head this time, but loud and clear, "you filthy dog!
From this day forth, that is exactly how your family will treat
you. You are no longer our beloved daughter - you are an animal,
a slut, a dog. If you don't do as you're told, you will be
punished."

Her body throbbed with pain all over as she listened to his
words, but there was one thing that provided her with some relief
- her pussy. Her hand gradually slid down her body and found her
warm little hole, still slimy, and still very sensitive to touch.
In response to her father she simply whimpered and said, "Yes
Daddy," and then resumed rubbing her little cunt, only gently
this time; she didn't have the energy to cum again.

Daniella turned her face to look at her mother, who stared back
at her daughter, still in disbelief. Daniella pursed her lips
together and pleaded with her big brown eyes, while continuing to
casually stroke her twelve year old cunt, "mummy, I'm hungry."
She said and licked her lips accordingly. Frieda looked over at
her husband, as if asking him permission to respond to their
daughter's request. He smiled at her, obviously glad that his
treatment of their daughter was met with approval. He walked over
to the cupboard and took out a bowl. It wasn't an ordinary bowl
however, but rather a spare dog bowl for their Rhodesian
ridgeback they kept in a kennel out the back.

Daniella watched her father curiously, while rubbing her little
cunt, as he walked around her body, back to the table, carrying
the dog bowl. He filled it up with their left over breakfast,
walked back around her body, ignoring her completely, and then
set the bowl under the sink. That is where their pet Sultan used
to eat when he was still a puppy. Daniella seemed to have found a
new source of energy, because as her father walked around the
kitchen, organising her food as if she really were a dog, her
fingers began to thrust in and out of her newly soaked pussy, and
her whimpers now came out as moans, filling the entire kitchen
with her voice. Obviously being treated this way is what made her
cunt respond.

She looked around at her family with her lust glazed eyes. Both
her brother and mother were looking back at her in amazement, but
obviously disgusted by her shameless behaviour. However her
father completely ignored her, walking straight past her again
after setting the bowl down as if she didn't exist. She
desperately wanted his attention; after all, she was Daddy's
little girl, and she loved him more than anyone else. She
franticly clambered on all fours after him, pussy leaking down
her thighs, whimpering in need and grabbing for his ankle. He
simply wriggled his foot loose of her and slapped her without any
hesitation. She fell back on the floor, stunned for a moment, but
quickly got back on all fours to scamper after him. He turned
around to look at her, ready to strike again with his hand
raised. She paused, kneeling in front of his feet and looked up
at him, whimpering, but not saying anything - dogs don't talk.

He pointed to the food and said, "food, go, eat," making the
terms as simple as possible for her, then turned around and led
his family out of the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

After sitting there on all fours, baffled by what just happened,
Daniella suddenly realised that her pussy was still horny and
wet. Something in her head popped and she collapsed back on the
ground again, legs wide open and hand urgently rubbing her cunt.
With her head back, she noticed her new dog bowl lying beneath
the sink, filled with the scraps from the table. She recalled her
father's command to go and eat, and let out a whimper, before
trying to slither along the dirty floor towards the bowl, one
hand pulling along the ground and the other still between her
legs, hips humping against it.

Daniella was crying as she slithered along the ground like a
worm. She couldn't figure out how to get to the food quickly and
continuing to rub her cunt at the same time. Faced with this
dilemma, it took her an entire ten minutes to get from where she
was to the bowl, humping desperately and grinding her cunt
against her drenched palm along the way. When she finally got
there, her face was covered in bliss, her eyes staring wide at
the appetising food scraps. She didn't dare use her hands, after
all, what dogs do? So, with her ass slightly in the air, resting
on her knees and shoulders, Daniella put her face into the bowl
and began to chew on the left over omelette, sausages and boiled
egg. Both hands pressed up against her pussy, humping wildly.
Finally she could satisfy both her pussy and her tummy at the
same time.

For a moment Daniella thought about getting off her knees and
eating the food with her hands, like normal people, since no one
could see what she was doing to punish her. However, when she
began to picture what she must look like, kneeling there in front
of the bowl, using only her face to scoff the food into her
mouth, humping frantically like a bitch in heat to satisfy those
urges, a shudder went through her body, and she collapsed with
her face in the bowl, hands between her legs, her entire body a
mass of palpitating flesh, convulsing all over the floor until
she finally passed out.