Spyder to the rescue

 I heard grunts and what sounded like a branch breaking.  I heard groaning and what sounded like tearing canvas.  My Dad was stirring again, his cock still buried inside me.  He started to grind back and forth, never losing his erection.  He still held my shoulders.  Small bruises had formed from his powerful grip.

   I couldn't see, but suddenly hope filled my mind.  I squirmed my legs, burning my knees on the coarse carpet.  I tried to **** my arms beneath me, and strained as hard as I could to stand up.  Of course, this **** me backwards, deeper onto my Dad's member.  He pulled me to a kneeling position, and started slamming into me again.  He wrapped on arm around my waist, and held my hair with the othe r hand.  My body betrayed me.  I felt something, almost a whisper in my mind, say "Yes...give in".  That, and I LOVE doggystyle.  As his cock slid in and out of me, and I didn't have to look at him, I felt my legs start to quiver.  He yanked my hair, causing my back to arch as he drove forward over and over into my pussy.  My stomach tightened, my eyes dilated, and a moan escaped my lips.  He pounded in deeper and faster.  Soon, I was moaning like a whore.  I took huge gasps of breath between penetrations, and tried not to think about the intestines slapping my ass with each thrust.  I couldn't help myself, I was cumming...and so was he.  He thrust forward so hard that it **** me down on my face again.  Cum spurted from his undying cock, filling my quivering and pulsating pussy muscles.  It dripped steadily in ropy streams out of me, running down my belly.  

   I heard someone running up the stairs.  "TARA!  NO!" It was Spyder.  I turned my head to look at him.  He wore a thick leather jacket, welding gloves, and what looked like a massive amount of duct tape around his neck.  I almost chuckled in my post-fucking giddiness, that is, until he ran up on my father and caved his head in with a iron pipe. He swung it like a bat.  Bits of skull broke off, and flew against the wall.  I lay there listening to the wet, dull thuds as he destroyed my father's head with the gore-encrusted pipe.  

   "Are you okay?"  he asked, his grim task completed.