I was naked, my legs spread wide, both my arms and legs tied up wide so I couldn’t move. My stepdad ran the circular hairbrush down my exposed pussy and I ground my teeth trying not to scream. It was a punishment for me coming home drunk the other night. A punishment that was just beginning.

He hit my clit with the brush and I yelped. He smiled as he did it again and again and again. The pain was horrible, but not as unbearable as when he brushed my clit next making it bleed.

I twisted my body, pulling against my restrain. I screamed and pleaded. But he didn't stop. He rubbed the brush harder and faster until I started to cry.

My clit was on fire, the blood and juices made it feel even more raw.

"Please, I'm sorry, please daddy! No more!" I sobbed my whole body shaking.

I tried to beg him more but all that came out was a strangled moan as he pressed his thumb against my bloody clit.

He pulled away and I saw him pour lube in the hairbrush. I freaked out. Started screaming and trashing.

He simply held me down and began pushing the brush inside me. I groaned, tears falling down my face as I was forced to take more and more of the brush inside my sore pussy.

"How does that feel little slut? You want to be filled up like the little whore you are? I bet you're gonna come soon. That's what you want isn't it?" He said, his voice still angry.

"N-No. Please no, no more."

He slapped my clit. "That's what I thought. I know how much you love it."

My eyes went wide he lowered himself and pressed his mouth against my bloody, raw clit and sucked hard. My body spasmed as he bit down, forcing an orgasm out of me.

I screamed and pulled on my restraints, trying desperately to get free, but he wouldn't let up, forcing me to come until I was shaking from the overstimulation.

"You love it so much, don’t you babygirl. You're gonna come again, you're gonna come so many times tonight.”

I started to cry and beg him not to, but he just laughed, and began pushing the brush further in. My insides were so sensitive I felt like they were on fire. I wanted to crawl out of my skin and run away. But I couldn't, and he wouldn't stop. He kept forcing it in until I was sobbing so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Daddy! Please! Please stop! It hurts! It hurts!"

"I know it does. But it makes you so much prettier baby.”

He thrust the brush deeper, hitting my cervix. I screamed, the pain was so bad I thought I was going to die.

"Please! I can't! I can't take anymore!"

"Too bad."

He pressed the brush harder against my cervix, sending waves of intense pain through my whole body. He thrust the brush even deeper, and then harder, and then harder, until I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain.

He grabbed my throat, and I felt my eyes roll back into my head as I passed out.

"You stupid little slut." He slapped me again and I woke up with a gasp.

He began fucking me with the brush. In and out, in and out. Making my pussy raw and sore.

"This is what happens to bad little girls. They get fucked till they can't walk. Now shut up and take it, whore."

He grabbed my throat and fucked me hard. I gasped and gagged, my body shaking as he continued to fuck me with the brush.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't do anything but take it. My body was on fire, the pain too intense for words. He slapped me and called me names, but I didn't care. The only thing that mattered was that at a certain point the pain became mixed with pleasure. "You like that, don't you? You like being fucked like a slut? Huh? Say it, say you like being fucked like a slut."

"Yes...yes.." I moaned, tears streaming down my face.

"Good girl." He kissed me.

"Such a good little whore. You're gonna come, aren't you?"

I cried out as I came, the pain and pleasure blending together in a haze of ecstasy.