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Mandy was 12 when her mother and I split up. I tried to see her after the divorce, but her mother made it very rough and I was concerned that her mother’s temper might get slid onto Mandy’s shoulders in my absence. I kept in touch faithfully through letters and email and phone. I made sure Mandy always knew how to get in touch with me and supplied her with phone cards so her mother wouldn’t hassle her.
I guess somehow it made me easier for Mandy to talk to. As she grew up we got very close. She could tell me anything and often did. Everything from boys to grades. I had agreed in the divorce to provide for her through college should she earn her way in, and boy, did she ever. Graduated 2 years early and left for college at 17. I couldn’t have been prouder. I never got to see her though, until she was 19.
I remember how adorable she was at 12 and could only imagine how she’d look at 19. I remember how nervous I was that first time, and how smitten. I walked into her house and, well, she stole my heart and other parts of my body. From then on I had no interest in other women, only my little girl. We certainly made up for lost time.
For a year or two now, we’ve been fucking each other regularly. Last weekend for her 20th birthday, I wanted to do something special. I knew how much she liked rough sex, and we had talked about rape fantasy, but this was going to push her over the top.
Around 2PM I headed over to her apartment with a small bag of supplies. We always talked before we got together so I knew she wouldn’t be expecting me. I let myself in quietly and took a quick look around. No evidence of any guests. I didn’t know if she was fucking anybody but me, but an overnight guest would definitely delay my plans. Walking into the kitchen, I found half a bottle of wine on the counter and a dirty wine glass next to the sink. “Good,” I grinned to my self as I walked down the hall to her bedroom, “She’ll sleep heavier that way.”
I peeked into her bedroom and saw her. It was a hot night and she had kicked her blankets off of her little body. I just stood and admired her for a few moments. She was about 5’4”, 115 pounds. Long smooth legs topped by a tiny firm ass. She worked part time as an aerobics instructor and it showed. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties and a half cut gray shirt, her long blonde hair flowing down over the collar. She was lying on her stomach with one leg jack-knifed up to one side and facing away from me. Her tight little ass begged for attention, but I had to take care of a few things first.
I quickly undressed and carried the bag over towards the bed. I reached into the bag and put on a hockey mask. You know the kind, very Friday the 13th looking thing, but I had glued some foam over the mouthpiece, hoping it would disguise my voice. On the floor near the bed, I placed a pair of handcuffs, a pair of scissors, and a blindfold. My cock was throbbing almost painfully in anticipation.
I took a deep, quiet breath. I could her my little Mandy sighing softly in her sleep and I hoped I could make this wonderful for her. I hoped I had the nerve. Gently, I took the blindfold and tied it around her head. My heart was racing as she shifted slightly and moaned softly in her sleep, but didn’t wake up. Next I took the cuffs and slid her arms behind her back. Wrapping the cuffs around her wrists, I fastened them tightly together. She began to stir as I was finishing, but by then it didn’t matter. My plan was working!
“Mmm…whaaa..?” she came out of her slumber.
“Shut up bitch, you keep quiet and you won’t get hurt.” I had been practicing a Hispanic accent for weeks. I hoped it would be convincing.
“Who are you? Let me go you bastard!!” She was awake now and mad.
“You don’t listen too well do you, cunt?” I slapped her ass hard. “I said shut up!”
“You son of a bitch, you won’t get away with this, there’s security camera at the entrance, they already have pictures of you! Leave now and I won’t tell anyone you were here.” She had begun to rub her head against the sheets, trying to dislodge the blindfold, but I had tied it too securely. I grinned inwardly, there were no security cameras in the building, but she figured her captor wouldn’t know that. I told you she was smart.
“One more word and you’ve had it you little cock tease,” I slapped her ass again, admiring the red welt from the first spank. I grabbed the scissors and dragged the flat of the blade against her neck. I wanted her to think it was a knife, but didn’t want to take a chance of actually hurting her. “You talk when I tell you to talk. I’ve seen you around the neighborhood, shopping, jogging, shaking your little ass around. A body like yours needs attention. I’ve been watching your place, too, that old guy who comes over all the time isn’t here tonight, is he? No one’s here to protect you, so you’d better behave.”
“Ok, ok, just please don’t hurt me” she whimpered. Her tone had changed. Now she was submissive, helpless, and scared for her life, just how I wanted her.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” I muttered running the scissors up her back cutting the shirt off. I cut the sleeves and rolled her onto her back. I tore the thin fabric off of her body to reveal her perky white tits.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she didn’t need one for those beauties. They weren’t particularly large, but they were perfect in shape. Firm little cones standing straight up. Her pink little nipples were already stiffening in the warm night air. I reached down and pinched them firmly.
“Owww, please, I’ll do whatever you say.” She was almost moaning now.
“You little whore, you know you’re enjoying this, don’t play innocent with me.” I snarled. My hands slid down her firm little body marveling at her soft flesh. My hand reached between her legs and she reflexively clamped them quickly together.
“No, please don’t.” she whimpered.
I slapped her tit roughly. The sound rang sharply in the air. “You little slut,” I hissed, “don’t you get it? This body belongs to me. Open your legs, NOW!”
She began to spread her creamy thighs a few inches then stopped.
SLAP!!
“Wider!”
A few more inches.
SLAP!!
“I said wider!!”
She opened them for me and I could see a tiny spot of wetness over her pussy. My little angel was enjoying this more then I knew. I cupped her pussy with one hand and slapped her thighs a few times with the other.
“Wet already, slut? You must be enjoying this.”
“Stop it. I know what you’re going to do, and I can’t stop you, so just do it and get it over with.” She was getting defiant again. You had to admire her spirit.
“Patience, bitch, I have all night.” I laughed at her.
