[A father interviews his daughter's rapist in jail, and proposes an unusual revenge. His daughter gets the worst of the deal, in a vicious punishment-rape.]
N/C Mf cub rape. Enema and catheter use. Very strong non-consensual scenes and themes.

"You raped my daughter." The voice was quiet, calm.

"Shit, what are you doing here? I'm serving my time, man! Where are the guards? Guards!" Sure, I was freaked: the guards had cuffed me into my chair and then left... and now there was this voice, behind me, and no sign the guards were coming back, despite my cries. I craned my neck, trying to see. I was pretty sure there were some basic rights being violated here.

The voice came again. "You raped my daughter, so I'm going to rape yours."

"I don't have a daughter!" It was true, far as I knew. Hiven how young I like my victims, odds were pretty good that I was right.

"Not yet, no. But my daughter told on you, and you were sentenced to a year in prison for five minute's fun. And in two weeks, you will be out."

"Hell yeah I'll be out, and if you think that means you can get to me..." I shut up. He'd already got to me. Whatever he was going to do to me, the guards seemed to be happy to let him. I was fucked. 

The voice didn't sound menacing, though. More... relaxed. Posh. He sounded like money. "I just think it seems unfair. My daughter owes you a year. And you... you owe me your daughter."

"What? I told you man, I don't have a daughter!" 

"If you don't have a daughter of your own after twelve months of rigorously fucking mine, then I guess you're not the virile monster you look."

"Hey, it wasn't twelve months! It was just the one time!"

"You're scared," the voice said. I guess I was showing it. "So you're not catching on fast. I'll start over. I have a proposal. You get to violently rape my daughter every day, as often as you like, until she becomes pregnant with your daughter, until her belly has swolen ripe with your child, even until her agonised birth contractions are milking your cock dry. She menstruates, so it's certainly possible to get her pregnant before she hits her teens. You get a year at the minimum. If she pops a girl out before then, you can do whatever you like to her in the remaining time, but you can't kill her before then. And in return for a year of beating and fucking her senseless, I get to keep your own daughter for my own pleasure, once she has been born. Understand?"

"You... want me to rape her again?"

"Rape, yes. Violent as possible, I don't want a day to go by when she isn't bruised! And I'll be able to tell, as I have no intention of letting the spoiled bitch wear clothes again: look how much trouble dressing like a slot got her into, after all!" His laughter sounded bitter, savage. "Do we have a deal?"

"You're one sick fuck! I always wondered why you never fought for more jailtime." It was true. I'd expected ten years: six months had seemed unbelieveable, and with good behaviour, I reckoned I'd be out well before that.

"Deal?"

"I dunno. Give me your address. Maybe I'll look you up once I get out, maybe I won't."

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"I spoke to you last week. About my daughter?"

"...I remember."

"Well, things have sort of come to a head. If you'd accompany me into the interrogation room..."

"What the fuck? You're not gonna interrogate me! Where are the guards? Guards!"

"I paid them to look the other way. They think I'm torturing you. But don't worry, this isn't about you. Step inside, please."

"Then wha... shit."

"Yes, she's beautiful isn't she? But she has been so constantly misbehaving. I've filled her as much as I can with the catheter and enema - see her writhe, it's obviously hurting her. Be careful if you remove the plug, it'll go everywhere. There's a box of fun toys there, and one nice guard lent me his baton, so you might want to put it to good use."

"Holy fuck, you weren't kidding, were you? Shit, man. Shit."

"I know. I brought her in here asleep: she's awake now, but has loud earphones, so she can't hear us. Don't remove them, or the bag on her head: I don't want her to know it's you until you're out. Don't damage her face or hands, either: when you're done, I'll carry her out 'asleep' again. The guards will think I was torturing you for her entertainment."

I couldn't speak. I just looked from her, to him, wondering what the catch was.

He just smiled. "I'll leave you now. Enjoy yourself. Ring the bell on the wall when you're done, and don't take more than a couple of hours or the guards will get curious."

He left, and I looked his daughter over.

She glowed in the harsh lights. She was bound naked on her back to a cold metal table, which made her fur fluff out like a uzzy halo with every shivver, and her hair cascaded out of a black bag over her head, down over her pale shoulders. The bag was tied, tight around her neck, and her clothes were folded neatly nearby: I guessed I wasn't meant to get them dirty either.

Her belly was pressed up into the air, like she was already pregnant. But she wasn't - that was obvious from the way her belly was tight like a drum, and the way the hoses came from between her spread legs. And from her breasts, barely a lump in the fur - she looked almost like a pregnant boy.

I looked around, nervous, then poked her, softly, on the soft fur swelling over her bladder. It really was stretched, like a water balloon ready to pop. She felt my touch and stopped her gentle squirming. She lay still, her chest rising and falling quickly with little scared breaths, sucking the cloth of the bag against her gag with each breath.

I poked her harder, jabbing with my claw, and was rewarded with a muffled whimper. If her dad was just trying to entrap me, he wouldn't let me do this to his daughter. Maybe he was for real?

I pulled softly on the catheter tube, then yanked it harder when it didn't move. She tried to scream. There were little plastic valves and shit like that on the tube, I reckoned they must be something to do with it keeping in place, but I was horny as hell and in no mood to dick around with that shit. I wrapped the tube around my hand, braced against her pussy with my other hand, and just pulled.

Damn that thing was stuck in there good! When it finally came out, I saw why: some kind of balloon on the end, must have been swelled inside her bladder to maybe the size of a golfball. It had stretched, and so had she, but lucky for her, it had been the balloon that gave way in the end, popping inside her.

With that tube yanked out, her body started to jet out piss: I quickly put my hand over it, so it would soak her crotch, and dribble into the bucket below, rather than soak me. It just kept coming, and coming. I wondered how much was hers, and how much her dad's - I'd learn later that much of it was from her mother.

I got a wicked idea, and pressed the catheter back into her stretched peehole. One of the bulbs was clearly to pump from the bucket into her, so I pumped her back up again, until her whimpers took on a decidedly frantic edge, and she writhed in pain.

Her dad wanted me to fill her pussy? Okay, I would, but as long as I was in jail, my cum would go in her ass! I took a small clamp from the box of toys, and clamped the catheter shut, by clamping it to her tiny clit. I pulled it, hard, to make sure it wouldn't come off: it did, so I tried again a couple of times, until I had it clamped on well. Then I snapped the tube just before the pumping bulb, and pushed it into her pussy.

=//=

I remembered that pussy. It had been hidden by a short skirt when she flagged down my taxi outside the nightclub. And when I drove her to the park, and put a knife to her throat, and told her drunken, bemused face to stay quiet if she wanted to live, it had tightly embraced the tip of my finger like a long-lost friend, slipping through the smallest of holes in her hymen. I'd reckoned she'd need to relax a little if I was to get my dick in, so I'd roughed her up some, punching her titless chest, her face, and when she cried out, a good one in her stomach, doubling her over: perfect to show her ass to best advantage.

I hadn't fucked her ass then, though - a little thing like that needed to be fucked in the pussy. So I'd held her there, on her back, her ankles pushed into her face by one of my hands, and I'd pissed on her ass a little, and her face, and just soaked her all over.

Then I'd picked her up and rammed her ass onto the taxi's gearstick, and while she was still screaming from that, I pushed her backwards until I could see the stick poking in her stomach, then rammed my dick in through her piss-soaked cherry. Her pussy felt great, the gearstick pressing against my cock through a thin layer of flesh just made is all the better.

She'd screamed, clawed, sobbed, but she was a drunken, impaled little bitch, and I was just too much for her. And her pussy clung to me like it never wanted to let go.

But the cops had heard her screams, and they got to us just when I was holding her head down to clean me off.

=//=

So I remembered the pussy fondly, and wanted to hurt it and fuck it a whole lot more. A small pussy-spreader, a speculum I think they're called, was in the box, so I pushed it inside her. Small though it was, it was a tight fit, and spreading it was even harder: the flesh was stretched white around it before I could just see in. Then, I could see the mouth of her womb! I guided the end of the tube to the middle of that ring, and pushed it inside.

I stripped my clothes off then, as her piss began to fill her womb, and then I swapped the speculum for my dick: damn, she was still tight! Even tighter, maybe, without the alcohol to loosen her up. I wasn't gonna let her make me cum, though. I pissed, instead, feeling it ooze out of her, around our crotches, down my legs.

And I released the clip on her clit, and her bladder released all that dad-piss and dog-piss into her womb, to mix with mine.

Then I untied her legs, so pale, so skinny, like a little elf's legs. I folded her over, hearing her cries as her engorged stomach was compressed, and seeing more piss oozing out of her soiled pussy. I pressed her ankles against her face with one hand - I'm sure she recognised me then - and looked her ass.

Another tube came out of a large buttplug, clamped shut. I guessed one of the valves on it must have inflated the putt plug, because it was bulging her asshole outwards alarmingly.

That pipe, too, I fed into her womb, and I bounced happily on her legs, squishing her stomach under them, as the filthy brown fluid bubbled from her ass into her pussy, and jetted out over her crotch. Some poor guard was gonna have to clean this all up - which just made me want to soil her more.

Was she old enough to understand how totally I was soiling her? Had she any idea what was going on, in that black bag, or was it just a world of pain for her? I didn't care. I bounced on her legs some more and reached for the cop's baton: a thin, rounded oak club. The wood was surprisingly heavy, and seemed to be cored with lead. I could crack open her skull with one blow!

But instead I set about her ass with it. WHAP! Wood against wet fur, it left a mark on her ass-cheek that was visible even through the fur, and made her spasm under me, the bubbles flowing faster into her cunt for a moment, the buttplug straining to come out of her ass. WHAP! Her other ass-cheek, a white line that quickly flushed red, and swelled into a welt. These welts would be bruised to the bone. She wouldn't sit comfortably before I was out of jail, and with that thought I was flailing at her joyfully, not alternating perfectly because I didn't want her to be able to predict it, but instead, lashing a random ass-cheek each time, working my way slowly inwards towards her soaked and stinking cunt with each stroke.

It was a good minute before one landed on her pussy lips, but then I didn't hold back - blow after blow, trying to make sure not a single cell of her crotch would be un-bruised. When I caught the tubes, whacking them deeper inside her, she jumped and squealed even more delightfully, so I aimed for them deliberately, smacking the heavy oak hard into her piss-hole and cunt.

Eventually, as the last of the shitty brew pumped from her bladder with the force of my blows, and back into her cunt, even that wasn't enough for me, and I rammed the club into her cunt and just punched her with my hands, in the cunt, stomach, anywhere I could reach, until I had to stop, gasping for breath.

I had never done anything so exhilarating!

But it was time for the main event. I needed to remove the butt plug to ass-fuck her... and again, I wasn't in the mood to figure out the valves.

Part of me wanted to save her lovely tight ass, but I felt that I would be lucky to have her for a year, and I wanted to ruin her as much and as fast as I could. So I hauled on the pipe out of her butt, and her ass looked gorgeous, bulging out, but the plug must have been inflated like a football in there, and it just wouldn't pull free, even when her whole body was hanging, bouncing from the lump in her asshole.

If I ripped it out of her, she might never be able to have a baby, and the deal might be off... I'd leave that kind of extreme shit until I was out. I rummaged in the box looking for a knife or something, but all I could find were some metal skewers, point on one end, loop on the other.

Skewers? What'd he expect me to do with those, I wondered.

Well, fuck, I wasn't going to damage her badly enough to kill her, not until I was out, but... her tit-buds looked awfully like they wanted a poking. So I stabbed her in the tit with one - at an angle, so it wouldn't go through her ribs - and she writhed with renewed passion. Yay!

Two through each tit made for great handles, I felt, but her screams seemed to say she felt different. Tough shit for her. I'd never stabbed someone before, and I found her skin was a lot harder than I expected to push into - like a tough, rubber sheet - but the skewers were hard enough that they'd get in if you rammed hard enough to near bruise your palm on the looped end.

I looped the buttplug's tube over a pipe on the ceiling, and pulled it until she was dangling from her ass, still tied to the table by her wrists, then I stabbed into the buttplug with the remaining skewers, and hauled her downwards by the skewers in her tits. She writhed and screamed, and her ass began to bulge outwards as the plug shrank and started to pull out.

But it was probably a full two minutes of agony for her before I heard a slow sucking of the plug starting to move, building up speed as her scream built in pitch, until it pulled from her with a "pop" that warmed the cockles of my heart.

Her body fell back down onto the table with a thud, and shitty water oozed out of both her fuckable holes.

I pulled her off the table, so she was standing facing it, hands still tied to two corners, and bent over at the waist. Her legs wouldn't stay up, though, even when I kicked and swore at her, so I flopped her over the table instead, and slid myself into her ass.

Damn, she was loose! Compared to the tight clench of her pussy, her ruined ass was just like a gentle stroking of wet silk around my cock. I needed more, so I growled, and grabbed the now-fully-deflated butt plug. It was big, even so: not as big as my fist, but still big. I tried to force it into her cunt, but it just simply wasn't going to fit, so I selected a smaller, spiked dildo from the box, and pushed it in instead.

I had an idea: her ass could now just about take my hand. I tried - yes, it just fit, and it wasn't the flesh that was tight, it was her pelvic bones. I punched in and out a couple of times, just to hear her squeal, then stuck my dick in with my hand.

Jerking myself off inside a preteen's ass was like nothing I've ever felt before. It was tight, and her pain was awesome - the pure evil sadism of it sent me over the edge fast, and I jetted my cum into her ruined ass, and pushed it deep into her with my hand.

I showered off and dressed again, carefully not cleaning my cock. This was a habit I had formed in jail: I was interrupted before my little victim had managed to clean me, so by fuck I refused to clean it myself - the minute I was out, I had intended to find another girl to clean it. But it looked like, after all, I would get the bitch who'd done such a shitty job on it in the first place to clean me.

Just one more week. I shat in her gaping ass, wiped myself on her panties, then rang the bell.