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Author's note: Some of the characters in this part are related, though no direct sexual activity occurs between them.

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Ellie again squeezes her eyes shut. It takes much effort to not do the same to her legs. Charles is breathing in her ear now, the hot breath raising the hairs on her neck. He's also still gently twisting her right nipple, his left arm crossing over her chest. And masturbating her. He's still doing that, too. She can't tell if he is erect, but she has little doubt that he is enjoying how he toys with her.

Part of Ellie wants to fight. Desperately. She loathes how she is now. A bitch in heat. She despises how Charles has displayed her in front of her father. How every inch of her body has been under his gaze for more than an hour now. Has it been that long? Or longer? The torment has been near ceaseless, and frankly, if Charles told her it had been a week, she would believe it.

Yes, the shame is incredible. Having her father see her orgasm and be penetrated in her pussy and her ass. Being spanked to tears. The caning she helped with by spreading her slit wide right in front of him. She shudders. Both from the thought of her humiliation, as well as from the massager. Charles had spread her wide before he applied the bulb of the tool to her tight pussy. It hurt when he spread her open. She feels cut down there, broken. But a part of her doesn't believe Charles or her father would let her be ruined like that.

And as much as Ellie wants to fight, she wants this misery to end. And, if she is being honest with herself, she wants to cum again. Maybe she is a bitch in heat, even in some small way. And so she opens her eyes, though her head is still tilted down to the floor. She watches as the sweat rolls down her toned and tight body and as her skin glistens under the bright lights.

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"Dad-" Ellie begins and then halts. "Daddy" she begins again. "Look him in the eyes" Charles instructs, twisting her nipple a little tighter to emphasize his point. For a moment she's back to square one. She can't. She won't. And then Charles ups the speed on the massager and tilts it into the upper cleft of her pussy, applying even more pressure to her sore, fat clit. Ellie grunts and bucks against the massager.

And then she reaches deep into herself and looks up and into Frank's eyes. They're blue, just like hers. She can see the pain. But she can also see the lust, much as he is trying to hide it. "Oh God, Daddy, can I cum?" Ellie asks quietly. "I said beg", Charles admonishes her. "Do you want more of the cane" he asks. Ellie does not want more of the cane, and that's enough motivation.

"Daddy. Oh God, Daddy" Ellie cries out. "Oh Daddy. I really need to cum right now. The vibrator is going to make me cum and I. Oh. I really want to cum for you. I want to be your good girl and I want you to see me cum. So. Oh. Oh God. Daddy. Oh. Please, please Daddy. I'll do anything. Please just let me cum all over this vibrator for you. Please, please, please. Just. Anything. I promise anything if you just let me have this cum". Ellie looks deep into her father's eyes, almost into his soul and feels such a connection to him. And then Frank gives the slightest nod.

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