Subject: FANTASIA: Hurting Jill - Part 1 
From: an117711@anon.penet.fi

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                        HURTING JILL
                      by V.P. Viddler
                   Part One - The Father

    Four o'clock in the morning. Mason, coming from the bathroom,
heard Jill gasping. Gasping and whimpering, as if in pain. What was
wrong? In alarm, Mason pushed open the door of his daughter's room,
peering through darkness.

   "Jill?"

   "Shit!" Mason heard, a masculine voice, and sudden frantic
thrashing sounds.

   "Daddy--go away," Jill said, but Mason stood stricken, until a
large disheveled form sprang toward him, brushing him aside,
running down the stairs and away.

   Rustling sounds now from Jill's bed. Mason now found presence to
turn on the light. Jill was arising from her bed, wrapping a blue
terrycloth robe hastily around her. Clothing, mostly Jill's, was
lying on the floor and tossed on a nearby chair.

   Mason stood staring, thuderstruck. Jill, tying her robe, looked
back at him, half-defiant, half-guilty. A beautiful girl, Mason
thought automatically. So pretty. Jill's long straight blonde hair,
a bit tousled now but still glorious, hung down below her
shoulders. Her soft brown eyes, somehow innocent and knowing at
once. Her mouth was--her body--god--his daughter's body--

   "Jill--Jill, what--what do you--my god--" 

   

    Jill nodded. "All right, Daddy," Jill said. "All right. You
caught us. It's not a big deal. Okay?"

   Mason was staring. "My god!" Mason said. "Jill--you-- Christ--
you're only--you're still in high school--"

   "Not for long," Jill said. "Anyway, I'm a big girl now, Daddy.
You know that, don't you, Daddy? You've noticed."

   "Christ!" What could he say? He had noticed. Jill had noticed
him noticing. "Jill--you--you were--you sounded like--as if you
were crying or--"

   "Were you listening, Daddy?" A small quirk of the mouth.

   "I--I was just going by, and--I heard--"

   "He was hurting me," Jill said. "I like it when he hurts me."

   "You--you what?"

   "I like it when he hurts me," Jill said. "It turns me on. Now.
What else would you like to know, Daddy?"

   "Jill--you--I should--I ought to--"

   "What, Daddy?" Jill said. "What would you like to do?"

   Mason was silent.

   "Go back to bed, Daddy," Jill said. "Just forget about this.
It's not a big thing. I know what I'm doing. All right, Daddy?"

   Mason shook his head, stubbornly. "No," Mason said. "I can't
just--just ignore this. You're my daughter. And you're still not of
age. You can't just--do things like this. I can't allow that. I
have to--do something to--"

   "All right, Daddy," Jill said. "What do you want to do? You want
to punish me?" Jill took a slow step toward him. Instinctively
Mason almost took a step back, but stopped himself.

   "Jill--"

   "It's all right, Daddy," Jill said. "If you want to punish me,
go ahead. I guess I deserve it." Jill took another step toward him.
"What do you want to do to me, Daddy?"

   "Jill--I--I don't think--" 

   

    "You want to spank me, Daddy?" Jill said. "Spank me hard? With
your belt? Is that what you want to do, Daddy?"

   "Stop," Mason said. "Stop it. Just stop."

   "I'm sorry," Jill said. "I thought you wanted to punish me."

   "I do," Mason said.

   "All right," Jill said. She was close to him now, and she put
out a hand to his belt buckle, and she began to open it."

   "No!" Mason said.

   Jill's hand stayed at his buckle. "Don't you want to hit me,
Daddy?" Jill said.

   "Jill--for god's sake--"

   Jill pulled the buckle open. And slowly tugged at his belt,
until it slid around and out of its loops, and now it dangled from
her hand. Jill held it out to him, and slowly Mason took it. Then
he put it down on a chair. Jill, looking at him, stepped back from
him. "You want to, Daddy," Jill said. "Don't you?"

   "You--damn it--I want to--Jill--"

   "I know," Jill said. "All right. Do it."

   Jill untied the belt of her robe.

   "My god," Mason said. "Jill--"

   "What, Daddy?" Jill said.

   Mason said nothing. And Jill, slowly, slid the robe from her
body and let it fall to the floor.

   She stood naked, still, as Mason's staring eyes moved over her
body. All over. Jill's breasts, high and firm and round, so
gorgeous, with small exquisite pink nipples. Jill's thighs,
magnificently molded, curving lusciously down into fine,
intricately shaped calves. Jill's stomach, flat, smooth, beckoning.
Jill's hips. Jill's body. Jill. His daughter. Turning now, turning
slowly, to let him look at her back, her saucily thrusting
buttocks, the form of that body from all angles. And now facing him
again. Naked.

   "Jill--you--you bitch--what are you--" 

   

    "Don't you like it, Daddy?" Jill said.

   "You--you should be--"

   "I should be punished?" Jill said.

   "Yes," Mason said. "Yes!"

   "All right, Daddy," Jill said. "Shall I lie on the bed, so you
can hit me? Do you want to tie my hands, so I can't--"

   "Stop!" Mason said. "You dirty bitch, you filthy--"

   Jill's eyes went to his belt on the chair. "Tell me what you
want, Daddy," Jill said.

   "Yes," Mason said. "I want to punish you. I want to hurt you. I
want to hit you. Yes."

   "All right," Jill said.

   "But you'll--you'll make too much noise," Mason said. "You'll
scream. You'll wake up your mother and your brother."

   Jill stood looking at him for a moment. Then she turned to the
chair on which some of her clothing was lying discarded, and took
up the pair of pink silk panties from on top of the pile. Bunching
them up in her hand, she brought them up to her face; then, looking
straight into his eyes, she opened her mouth as wide as she could,
and slowly, deliberately, stuffed the panties into it. Filling her
mouth. Pushing them back into her throat, packing them tight,
stuffing in any bits of cloth that still hung out.

   Mason could only stare, but he knew his breath was audible. His
heart must be also.

   Now, mouth packed, cheeks distended, lips unable to close around
that pink wad, Jill turned to the chair again, taking up one of her
stockings. Which, calmly, she proceeded to place across her mouth,
and around her head, holding the panties in place, to prevent
herself from being able to push them out of her mouth. Now Jill was
tying the stocking at the back of her head, just lifting her hair
out of the way; tying it, knotting it once, and again; pulling the
knot tight, so the stocking dug into her 

   

   face until her flesh was bulging around it. All the time
watching Mason's eyes.

   Mason, as Jill raised her arms to tie the stocking, could not
help dropping those eyes to Jill's enticing young breasts as they
lifted with that motion, swaying and quivering slightly as Jill
worked at that knot.

   Thoroughly gagged now, Jill took up the remaining stocking,
which she held out to Mason. A bit numbly, his loins throbbing, his
brain awhirl, Mason took it from her. Now the gagged and naked girl
slowly and with an erotically submissive gesture, held both arms
out toward him, crossing them at the wrists.

   Mason looked long at the soft, steady eyes above the gag. And
felt himself stiffening. It occurred to him as from a distance that
he was in his pajamas. How foolish he must look. Inexplicable rage
swept him, a form of lust, Mason knew; but he was lost now, and he
brought the stocking up and swiftly wrapped it around Jill's
waiting wrists, pulling it tight, lashing her wrists tightly
together, twining it round, tying it off, knotting it doubly, as
she had with the other.

   When it was done, Jill moved to the bed. As if in a dream Mason
watched, as Jill carefully let herself down onto that bed, lying
down on it, on her front, lying flat, her legs straight, flat,
together, her breasts crushed beneath her, and her bound arms
stretching out toward the top of her bed, in position to be tied to
it; which Mason now did, pulling an end of the stocking that bound
her wrists around a horizontal rail at the bottom of the headboard,
pulling it until her arms lay taut, almost straining, and tying it
that way. Now Mason could look at the bound, waiting, outstretched
body of his young and naked daughter, the long, smooth expanse of
back, the rising, lusciously curving buttocks, the long, marvellous
legs. He was almost panting now, lust and rage filling him, and his
belt was in his hand without his knowing how. 

   

    "All right," Mason said, not recognizing his voice. "All right,
Jill. All right." Through a haze he saw her. Where to-- that back--
Should he--he had to--buttocks--thighs--Christ--all of it--he
would--

   Crack!

   Almost unconsciously, but with all his strength. Across Jill's
back. His loins jumping. Jill's body leaped, Jill yelling into her
gag. Only muffled sounds came out. What a good job she had done.
Again.

   CRACK! Just below the first one. "Mmmmmghh!" Jill screamed.

   Oh god. That body twisting in pain. Again.

   CRRRRAAACCCKK!

   Satisfying stripes across that smooth young back.

   "MMMMMMMMMMMGGHHHH!" Arms straining as body writhed. Legs
kicking up from the bed. Then waiting. Panting, muffled gasping
through her nostrils. But still now, waiting.

   CRRRAAAACCCCKK!

   "NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH! MMNN-NNNNNNGGGHHH!!"

   Hard, throbbing, lusting for what he couldn't have, Mason was
into it now. CRACK! Across those illicit buttocks, making Jill
squirm and roll. CRACCKKK! Across her thighs, brutally, again,
again, listening to Jill's soft screaming, again and again. CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! Wanting that stifled screaming, wanting that body
twisting and bucking with each blow, that head rolling, hair
shifting across that soft striped back, those thighs spasming,
calves kicking, and the "NNNGGHH! NNNGHH- NNNNNNGGG!!" at each
crack. Across Jill's thighs, and Jill's buttocks, and Jill's hips,
and Jill's back. Again and again and again, until he couldn't any
more, arm giving out, breath rapid, blood boiling through his body.
Stopping. Standing, looking down at her, belt dangling. And Jill
gasping, whimpering into that gag, panting through her nose,
gradually quieting.

   And Mason saying, in that stranger's voice, "Turn over." 

   

    Which Jill, slowly, painfully, did. Turning until she lay on
her back, looking up at him, lying there, arms straight above her
head, pulling her breasts up, showing all of them, only slightly
flattened by that position, rising and falling. All of her lying
there. Waiting. Eyes watching him above the tight gag, soft and
full of pain and--what? No begging. No recrimination. Waiting. For
more? For him to hit her again? On the breasts. On the stomach. On
the breasts.

   His loins aflame. His cock hard, aching. Jill saw. Jill was
looking at his crotch, where his pajamas bulged with his obvious
passion. "Mmmm," Jill said. And she raised her right leg from the
bed, raised that exquisitely exciting leg, stretching it, to reach
her foot toward his crotch, to touch that bulge with her toes.

   Startled, Mason jerked back--but not enough. Jill's toes, now
touching his hard, erect cock. Rubbing it. Curling against it.
Until now the pajamas slid slightly, and his cock pushed through
the open fly, standing stiff and naked in the air. Mason couldn't
move. Couldn't do anything. As Jill now slid her foot along the
length of that throbbing cock, slowly, deliberately, caressing it,
appreciating it.

   "Mmm-nnnhh," Jill said.

   "Jill," Mason said, croaking it. "Jesus--Christ--Jill--"

   Now Jill lowered her leg again, lying as before. Looking at him.
"Mmm-nnnhh," Jill said into the gag. And then, slowly, gradually,
spread her legs for him. Watching him. Her legs parting. Opening.
Wide. Wider. Splayed now, ankles hooking over the sides of the bed,
thighs straining. Jill's crotch exposed. Open. Waiting. Jill's eyes
on him.

   "Mm-nnhh," Jill said, raising her hips. Offering herself. To
him. His daughter. So young. So wicked. So desirasble.

   "Jill."

   Waiting. Writhing. Beckoning. His pajamas fell. His pajama 

   

   shirt, gone. Naked now, naked as Jill. His hands on her body.
Clasping her breasts. "Mmm," Jill was saying. "Mmhhh."

   "Oh god!" Mason said, and now he was with her, on her, feeling
all of her, his cock poking, searching, finding--"God!"-- and
taking, taking her, taking Jill, taking his own daughter, taking,
it was so good, it was glorious and horribly evil. Doing it now,
Jill under him, against him, squirming, heaving, bouncing, and now
those thighs clasping him, circling his body, holding him to her,
Jill moaning through that gag, moaning, gasping, whimpering, and
rage took him again and he pounded against her, battering her body,
pressing her whip-striped back against the bed, wanting to hurt
her, and Jill was loving it, twisting and mewling and bucking and
spasming now, coming under him, climaxing wildly, and Mason now
too, coming hard into his daughter, exploding his anger and lust
and horror into that wanton body.

    Did he black out then? But now he was almost sane again,
untying Jill's gag, pulling the panties from her mouth. Still lying
on top of her, still.

   "Daddy," Jill said, husking it. "Oh, Daddy."

   "Shut up," Mason said. Untying her wrists now. But not taking
his body from hers.

   "I love you, Daddy," Jill said.

   "Stop it!" Mason said. "You're sick, Jill. You're an evil bitch.
What can I do with you?"

   "Anything, Daddy," Jill said. "Anything you want. You want to
punish me some more?"

   "You bitch," Mason said. "You like it too much."

   "You like it too," Jill said.

   "What you need," Mason said, "is a punishment that you won't
enjoy so much."

   "Like what, Daddy?" 

   

    "I don't know," Mason said. "But I'll think of it."

   "I think you're getting hard again, Daddy," Jill said.

   "Shut up," Mason said. "I don't want you any more."

   "Your cock wants me," Jill said, squirming against him.

   "No." Mason tried to pull away, but gave in to Jill's arms and
legs around him.

   "Daddy," Jill said. "I'm not gagged any more."

   "So what?" Mason said. "If you think--"

   "I mean," Jill said, "if you don't want to take me again, you
could put it in my mouth."

   "What?" Mason said, his stomach dropping. Spinning.

   "In my mouth," Jill said. "I want to taste it."

   "Jill--"

   "Taste it all," Jill said into his ear. "I'll suck it for you,
Daddy. Wouldn't you like that? I'll suck it until you shoot in my
mouth, and I'll swallow it for you. Okay, Daddy?"

   His brain was sinking, it was unthinkable, but somehow he was
crouching over her, moving, crawling up on the bed, straddling her,
moving up until he was crouching above her face, bringing himself
down to her mouth, his stiff cock pointing at Jill's mouth, that
mouth opening for him as Jill lay flat, as before, arms still
stretching to clutch the headboard, mouth open, lips eager, parted,
tongue waiting, and now Mason was probing at her lips, pushing past
them into her mouth, far into her mouth, all the way into Jill's
welcoming mouth, and Jill's soft lips closing around him, and her
tongue licking at his hard flesh, and all of her soft warm wet
mouth holding him, taking him, gloriously loving him, sucking, and
now he was moving slowly, moving back and forth, in and out, taking
that mouth, fucking it, fucking his daughter's mouth, in and out,
going deep, deep, until Jill was holding him in her throat, gagging
slightly but taking him, and back, that tongue moving, caressing,
and Mason was going crazy with it, the pleasure of it, the ecstasy
of 

   

   it, and Jill all the time looking into his eyes, looking at him
as she sucked him, as he fucked her face, softly, moaning around
his cock. "Christ!" Mason said. "You're so good, Jill, god, your
mouth, your fine mouth and your soft lips and god you're driving me
crazy and I'm going to come, Jill, I'm--" And Jill said, "Nnngh-
nnnghh. Mmnnnghh." And Mason was coming now, shooting it all into
Jill's gulping throat, as Jill swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed, moaning, gasping, licking at him still until he had
nothing more to give her.

   Mason fell beside her, exhausted, and then said, "I know. I
know!"

   "What, Daddy?"

   "I know what to do with you now, Jill," Mason said. "It's
perfect. YOu may not like it, Jill darling, but that's what
punishment is supposed to be about, isn't it? I'm going to like it.
And I'm quite sure your brother will, too."

   "Danny?" Jill said. "You mean Danny? What does that little twerp
have to say about it?"

   "Now, Jill," Mason said. "That little twerp is only a year
younger than you. In fact, as I'm sure you are aware, today is
Danny's birthday."

   "So what?" Jill said, but Mason heard a touch of fear in her
voice. He smiled.

   "Well, Jill," Mason said. "You're going to be Danny's birthday
present. From me."

   "What!" Jill sat up, blazing. "No way! No damn way!"

   "Now, Jill," Mason said. "Just think how happy Danny will be to
be given his sexy big sister for his birthday. I'll bet he thinks
about your body all the time."

   "I'll bet he does, too," Jill said. "That little bastard is
always trying to catch me naked, or looking up my skirt or trying
for a quick feel. That filthy jerk!"

   "But now he'll have the real thing, won't he? All his. What 

   

   a gift for a growing boy."

   "No!" Jill said. "I won't do it. Christ, that's sick! I hate
that little cockroach. Just forget it, Daddy. I won't. No way. God,
it makes me sick just to think of it. I won't, that's all."

   Mason sat up also. "All right then, Jill," Mason said. "Let me
put it this way." With sudden swiftness his hand shot out and
twisted in Jill's long blonde hair, pulling her head back cruelly,
holding her that way. Jill cried out, her body arching backwards
with the painful pull on her scalp, making her breasts thrust
invitingly.

   Gasping with pain, Jill swiftly brought her hands up to his in
a reflexive attempt to pry it away, but it was obviously futile,
and Jill dropped her hands, writhing with pain, head pulling back,
neck stretching, torso arching tautly. Jill's moans and gasps now
took on a new coloration, still agonized, but with more than pain
in them now. A quality Mason had heard from outside her door, not
long ago.

   "You're right," Mason said, pulling harder on Jill's hair.
"You're right, Jill. You do like pain. You like to be hurt. You
hate it, but you love it too. Isn't that right, Jill darling?"

   "Yes," Jill said, gasping. "Yes, Daddy...yes...please..."

   "Please what?" Mason said. "Please stop? Is that it? Make up
your mind, Jill. Do you like it or not? Do you really want me to
stop? Do you, Jill?"

   "Yes--" Jill said, moaning it. "No--I--I don't know--oh god, oh
Daddy god--"

   "Look at you," Mason said. "You're hurting like hell, but you
still can't help loving it. It turns you on, all right. Your
nipples are all hard, Jill. All stiff and pointy."

   "I know," Jill said. "I know. Please, Daddy." Mason held her as
she was. "Such pretty young nipples," Mason said. "Now what if I
did something nice to them, Jill? Something like this." And
bringing his free hand to Jill's breast, Mason snapped hard with 

   

   his fingers, snapping the small stiff protruding pink nipple
quite sharply with his fingernail. Jill gave a loud gasp of pain.

   "That was nice, wasn't it, Jill?" Mason said. "Should I do it
again?"

   "Daddy--no--I--"

   "Okay," Mason said, and did it again. Hard. Jill shouted, and
her body twisted, pulling her hair harder, bringing another cry of
pain.

   "How about the other one?" Mason said.

   "Daddy--no--" But Mason did it anyway. And then again. And
again. Jill was sobbing now, writhing on the bed, almost screaming
at each blow.

   "How about it, Jill?" Mason said. "You want to be a good girl
and give this sexy body to your brother for his birthday?" He
tugged Jill's hair brutally, now clamping his thumb and forefinger
onto Jill's pained and throbbing nipple, thoughtfully squeezing it.
Jill was squirming continuously, caught agonizingly between
unsupportable anguish and uncontrollable passion.

   "Ahh!" Jill said. "Owww! Daddy--I--don't-- Ahhh! Augghh! All
right! All right! I will! Yes! Ahh! Stop! Please oh Jesus all right
I'll do it oh damn Daddy stop ahh ahh--"

   Mason let Jill go. Shaking now, filled with agony and ecstasy,
Jill was crying. Slumping now with her face in her hands, she was
to Mason more diabolically desirable than ever. But he ignored his
rising passion. "All right, Jill," Mason said. "That's enough. Put
your hands down."

   Slowly Jill got control of herself, putting her hands down and
turning to face him. In Jill's eyes now Mason saw a true
submissiveness, which was so arousing that he could scarcely hold
back an impulse to have his daughter again; but now he was also
excited by this new direction he had thought up for his willful
daughter's castigation.

   "Now," Mason said, "I think we might as well give Danny his 

   

   birthday gift right away, don't you, Jill? I'm fairly sure he
won't mind being woke up for such an occasion. What do you think?"

   "Daddy--" Jill said. "Daddy, I--I don't want to do that. Oh god,
I really don't."

   "I know," Mason said. "I know that, Jill. But you will, won't
you? You'll do just as I say from now on. Won't you, Jill?"

   "I--Yes," Jill said, whispering it. "Yes, Daddy."

   "Good," Mason said. "Now let's see. I don't think you have to
get dressed, do you? I think Danny's pleasure will only be
intensified if I bring you to him naked. Don't you think so, Jill?"

   "Yes," Jill said in a low voice. "The filthy cockroach will love
it."

   "Right. But a present should be wrapped in some way, shouldn't
it. Lie down, Jill. On your stomach. And put your hands behind
you."

   "Daddy--"

   "Do it," Mason said. And Jill did. Slowly and reluctantly she
lay down, turning on her front. "Hands back," Mason said. "Cross
your wrists."

   "Daddy--" Jill said.

   "What?" Mason said. "What, Jill?"

   Jill said nothing. She brought her arms back and crossed her
wrists for him. Using the stocking that had held her panty-gag in
place, Mason quickly bound Jill's wrists tightly together.

   "Good," Mason said. "Now my gift is properly tied. All right,
Jill. Let's go surprise Danny. I can't wait to watch the expression
on his face..."