Direct approach

You tap her cheek with a cruel smile. "It was a nice beginning, I'll make a fine slut out of you. But we mustn't stop here, right?" Jessica sobs, understanding what awaits her. "Good girl." You pat her head affectionately and get back into your robe.

You feel like you are inside a cool video game. A cruel, depraved, extremely realistic one, but just a game nonetheless. And you can play it however you want. And you want to be a monster. "There will be no food, no water, no comfort. Only fucking. As I said before, you must be broken before I'll start shaping you into a slut like your sister.."

Your words **** Jessica to raise her head, looking at you with her wide, scared eyes. Her ball gag is wet from her saliva. speechless. Her body is limp. Her cute breasts shake with every frantic breath she takes. You see a beauty you intend to break and you know that you don't even need to be careful, Ava can always repair excessive damage.

As you finish putting the robe on, you notice a whip hanging on the wall and some twisted desire to test it out. It is heavily decorated and must cost a fortune. The sight of the long, shiny, silvery whip sends shivers down your spine. Some new unknown kind of excitement starts to build up in you and you had no intent to resist the temptation. The flow of her red virgin blood on the smooth skin of her inner thighs is a pleasant reminder of the sweet moments spent with your captive

You pick the whip up and test it with a few swipes on the air while enjoying the view in front of you one more time. Jessica lacks the athletism of her sisters but fear makes the hacker's muscles bulge and tense up. Her skin goes pale in some places and you can see the veins in her arms that struggle against the bonds. She looks so natural, so wild, so desirable, so... hittable.

The whip is surprisingly obedient in your hands. It goes where you want with speed and accuracy. It took some time to understand why - Ava made you a martial artist when you were **** Jessica's mother. Confident in your skills, you make the first strike, aiming just above the navel. The crack of the **** implements echoes through the room followed by a scream muffled by the gag.

You don't strike hard enough to draw blood. You are not ready for it... At least yet. A red stripe appears across Jessica's stomach and, like a **** snake, she tries to move away from the pain. Pushing herself into the wall, twisting and wriggling, trying to get away from the pain. But there is nowhere to go. The second strike lands on her knee, making her cry out again. Her leg moves as far as the restraints allow it to, but it doesn't help much.

"I like when you are so alive," your voice is trembling from arousal. "when you were playing a ragdoll when I ripped your hymen. It was boring." It is hard to believe that a few hours ago you was resistant to the idea of **** and now here you areabout to beat this girl senseless just because you can. The third strike glanced against her chin, leaving a small bruise on the angelic face. Her eyes close, tears continue flowing freely. Your dick twitches at the thought of what will happen next.

Your fourth strike is incredibly accurate, it goes straight across both of her tits, leaving two deep red stripes on each one just above the areolas. They look beautiful as if decorated with some body art done by a skilled tattooist. Jessica moans into the ballgag, jerking violently under the **** of the blow.

"Such a nice pair of breasts..." you say while admiring them and giving your daughter some rest. "I am sure you often compared yours to the huge beauties of your sisters and mother," her nipples are hard, must be a reaction to pain "but small one can be tasty, too. Still... some massage..." now your strike goes below the nipples "will make them better."

Jessica's small frame jumps up again, as much as she may want to go limp, to lose consciousness, to escape all this. She can't. Short bursts of pain combined with the lingering 'aftertaste' of the past strikes keeps her attention focused on every new sensation. Her feminine shoulders shake with every breath she takes. Her back arches, pushing her breasts forward even more. Her hands claw desperately against the wall behind her, her recently violated pussy visibly convulsed together with stomach muscles as if another dick is inside her.

Then you land a strike right between her legs. The gag does little to muffle the scream that comes out of Jessica's mouth. It sounds like it isn't even there anymore. Strike is still not hard enough to draw blood but a swift hit in the most sensitive spot delivered exactly what you wanted: Your dick twitches painfully in your robe, you want to throw the robe away again and violate your recently virgin daughter one more time. Yet, taking her in the same pose as before seems boring to your increasingly deviant mind. You want to try something else instead.

Freeing her from the restraints to give Jessica an opportunity for futile resistance, reshackle her to the wall so you could fuck her from behind, or attach her to one of the many pieces of BDSM furniture around the room - all of these options appeal to you. Or you can make your dick wait and continue using the whip and other toys in the room... And there is her well-trained sister you may come back to, leaving Jessica waiting for her fate alone in the dark room full of scary things that will fuel her fear and make your next visit even more terrifying.