Unwanted: Part 8

Tiffany stuck to unoccupied streets and back alleys as she made her way home. She was still drenched in sweat from her romp in the bathroom with Jon and she did not want anyone to get close enough to notice. When she reached her house, she sighed in despair as she recalled that she did not have a set of keys. Part of the reason she joined all the same sports clubs as Jon was because she always had to wait for him to get home before she could enter her own house.

Just in case one of her family members forgot to lock the door that morning, Tiffany still jiggled the knob. To her surprise, the door swung open unhindered. A smile spread across her face. She felt incredibly lucky. She skipped into the house with a spring in her step. She went straight for the stairs, intending to take a shower in the second floor bathroom.

Her skipping came to a dead stop when she passed the kitchen. She barely saw out of the corner of her eye, her father was leaning against the counter next to the refrigerator, drinking a glass of milk. “What’s up, princess?” he greeted her sweetly.

“What are you doing here?” she gasped.

“Your teacher called me and said you went home sick. Had to have Jon go and apologize for you,” he clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“I…” Tiffany was at a loss.

“My, you look positively feverish.” Randy examined her sweat drenched clothes. “Come on, let’s get you out of those and into something warm.” He crossed the room and grabbed the hem of her shirt. She gasped as he pulled it completely off, exposing her sports bra beneath. Her face turned red as she crossed her arms. No matter what she had ever done with him before, being suddenly stripped by her own father was quite embarrassing.

“Hey now, I only bought you that for your clubs. I’d much rather see your pretty nipples right now.” He plucked off her bra as well.

“Not now,” she pleaded with him. “I’m tired. Jon and I…”

“If you have time to skip school because of Jon, then you have time to satisfy me as well. I left work for this.” He leaned down and leered at her while pinching one of her nipples. She sucked in a deep breath and winced.

He placed his hands on her chest and rubbed both of her breasts for a while. Eventually he worked his way down to her waist where he lifted her skirt until it was around her stomach, completely exposing her crotch. Finally, he slid her panties down and then gingerly lifted one of her legs until it was out and the cloth was only dangling around one of her knees.

He backed up and placed his hands on his hips, staring at his now mostly naked daughter with a sense of accomplishment. She was holding the hem of her skirt and lifting it slightly, keeping her bare cunt exposed to his view. “You are so fucking sexy,” he whistled. “Every time I watch football with Barry and George I want to ask them if they’ve fucked their daughters yet. I bet every father thinks about it. I wonder if Barry will let me do Samantha if I let him have you for a day.”

Anything resembling a smile vanished from Tiffany’s face. She did not like the idea of being traded to her father’s fat friend in the slightest. “What’s wrong, baby girl,” Randy cooed at her. “Can you imagine spreading Samantha’s silky legs? I want to see my cock sliding into her bleached butt hole so badly. Oh yes, I know it’s bleached. I once saw her changing while I was over at Barry’s place. That was last year. If it’d been after you and I started this, I bet I’d have marched right into her room and fed her some thick cock.”

Tiffany dropped her skirt and stepped back into her panties properly. She left her bra on the floor but picked up her shirt and pulled it back on over her head. “Hey, where are you going?” Randy shouted after her as she marched toward the stairs.

“Why do you care? Just go fuck Samantha!” Tiffany shouted back.

“You know I would if I could but then again, I’d fuck Lauren if I could. You’re my substitute. You can’t say no since I’m letting you off so easily with Jon. You don’t get to say no.”

“Really? Watch me!” Tiffany sprinted up the stairs and slammed the door to her room. She threw herself on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. She had no idea why she started to cry. She absolutely hated what her father did to her so why did she care that he wanted to do it to his neighbor’s daughter too. Somewhere deep down, she hoped that he really did love her in his own messed up way. After that though, she was sure that he was simply saying whatever he wanted to get her to let him fuck her.

Tiffany was sure Randy would follow her to her room but for some reason it took him a long time. After five minutes, he finally knocked at her door. “Come on, don’t be like this,” he called through the barrier. “I was just joking.”

“Fuck off!” she screamed.

“Hey now, you know I’m just going to fuck you anyway. I didn’t come home from work for nothing. You may as well just make this easier on yourself.” Tiffany contemplated opening the door for her father but ultimately decided not to. If he was just going to fuck her regardless of her volition, then she may as well make him work for it. “Fine, you asked for it.” He unlocked the door with the spare keys he kept for all the rooms in the house.

Tiffany remained face down on her bed. She could hear him walking toward her slowly. She felt his hands on her back, lifting her shirt. He pulled down her skirt and panties with some difficulty. Her butt felt cold and exposed. She clenched her anus without really meaning to. She knew it was going to hurt more than usual. He worked his fingers around her asshole for a while, trying to see if she would get horny for him. She did not. Hearing him talk about fucking his friend’s daughter the way he fucked her was definitely the opposite of exciting for Tiffany.

Randy grumbled to himself as he became impatient. “You really are a bad girl.” He slapped her ass quite hard. She flinched but kept her face buried in her pillow. “If I wanted, I could rape you right now and tear up your dry asshole, is that what you want?” Once again she did not answer him.

Randy sighed and shook his head. Unbeknownst to Tiffany, he was holding something in his hand. It was a small black object with two metal prongs sticking out of the end. Tiffany gasped when she felt the metal prongs touch her butt. With another sigh, Randy pressed a button on the side of the black rectangle. Suddenly Tiffany shrieked while convulsing. She rolled over and started to kick and scream. Her whole body shook and a steady stream of pee shot out onto the floor. Her teeth chattered as electricity shot through her.

The frown on Randy’s face dissolved into an expression of sheer enjoyment. He watched his daughter writhe and twitch, her eyes rolled back and foam frothed from her mouth. She bit her tongue to distract herself from the pain as she arched her back, rising off the bed and shrieking in agony. “That’s your punishment,” he laughed at her.

Tiffany gurgled and sputtered for a while before she was able to respond. “What did I do?” she cried.

“You had sex with your brother at school and had to leave as a result,” he reminded her. He placed the stun gun on her cunt next.

Tiffany gasped as she felt the cold metal. “No, please. You’re going to kill me.”

“Oh relax, I got the low amperage one,” he informed her while pressing the button again.

She shrieked and thrashed. She kept her limbs as tightly tucked as possible but her head leaned back and her jaw fell slack. She spread her legs and more pee streamed out. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily. She was now soaked in sweat again. It took yet another full minute before she could speak.

“Enough,” she sobbed. “What do you want? You can fuck me.