Note: As this is a fill for the above prompt it comes with a strong content warning. This is a dark fic containing rape and other abuse.




Beau made another dig at her dad.

Beau's mother, Clara, flinched when her father slammed his palm on the table.

Beau didn’t. She just smirked. One smart-ass comment too many had finally gotten something resembling a human reaction from Thoreau Lionett.

She met her father’s eyes, still smirking and defiant. Maybe it had been turning sixteen, or maybe she’d just had enough of all his bullshit, but lately she had felt more emboldened to not let him intimidate her anymore.

He stared her down. There was a heavy silence.

He just kept staring.

A coil of dread formed in her stomach.

He’d never looked at her like this before. With rage and disgust. Like he had just realised what a stain she was on his life. This was quickly becoming one of the all time most awkward dinners ever in the Lionett household.

Her bravado faltered. Beau finally looked away and reached for her water.

Thoreau threw his glass across the table, it missed Beau’s head by about two inches before smashing on the wall behind her. Wine splashed onto the left side of Beau’s face and on her shoulder. Pieces of broken glass fell to the floor.

Beau’s shocked mom opened her mouth to say something but Thoreau silenced her by turning his glare on her. She recoiled in her seat.

“What the hell dad?!” Beau’s smirk fell and her defiance broke. Okay. She’d wanted a reaction, but this was too much. He’d almost hurt her. She wiped the wine off her face with her hand.

“Beauregard, I’ve had enough.” Thoreau said. He spoke calmly. Beau hated it. Why wasn’t he yelling? Why didn’t he just tell her what a disappointment she was and how she’d never live up to the great success she was destined for.

Okay. Fine. Whatever. She wasn’t going to let him get to her with this new bullshit way of treating her.

Beau started to rise from her chair. “I guess I’ll just...”

Her father slammed his hand on the table again. “Sit.”

Beau sat.

Clara looked down at her lap.

Thoreau just stared at Beau, like she was something foul and he was trying to think of the best way to dispose of her.

Beau couldn’t stand it. “So what now? Are you just going to look at me all night?”

“I’ve heard all about you and Anna..”

Ice cold blood shot through Beau’s veins. Oh fuck. Anna was the daughter of a wine merchant from Rexxentrum. Things had happened between them that had been something of an awakening for Beau.

Thoreau leaned forward, seeing he had struck a nerve. “You were seen kissing her Beauregard. There’s nothing you do that I don’t know about. What’s wrong with you?”

Beau sometimes thought about that. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she just be who he wanted her to be? Why did she always fall short no matter what she did?

“Well, nothing to say for yourself?”

Beau held her tongue. If he thought all she and Anna had done was kiss then there was plenty he didn’t know about the things she had done.

Thoreau sighed. “I just wish I knew where I went wrong with you. Maybe I’ve been too soft on you.”

Beau snorted. She couldn’t help it.

His eyes narrowed and his lips curled up in a snarl. “Go to your room. Now.”

Beau quickly stood and hurried to her room. As she closed the door she was surprised and almost knocked back by him shoving the door open.

“Dad?!”

He pushed her back into the room and closed the door behind him. “I’m sorry. I know I should have done this long before now. It’s my own fault really.”

Beau was shaking. She took deep breaths to get it back under control. Shit was he going to hit her?

“On your knees.”

“What?” Beau didn’t understand. What was happening here?

“On. Your. Knees.” He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pushed her down. She didn’t put up much resistance, she was too bewildered trying to fathom what was going on.

It took her a moment to realise her father had undone his belt.

“What are you doing?” asked Beau.

Thoreau unbuttoned his pants. “You like running your mouth. I think it’s time you learn not to be such a mouthy brat.”

Beau had never seen a penis in the flesh before. “Dad, no this is...”

“You made me do this. This is what you need Beauregard,” Thoreau was semi-hard. He took hold of himself. “I’m sorry I neglected you so long.”

‘No. Don’t. Don’t so this.”

“Shh. Just one rule,” he said. Dead calm.

“No.”

“If you bite I will have to hurt you. Badly. Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Please, I’m your daughter. You can’t. You can’t do this.”

He was hard now. Her father’s hard dick was right in front of her face.

“You pushed me to this. Open your mouth.”

She looked up at him. She was tearing up. “Please. Please don’t.”

Thoreau sighed. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.” He put his hand on her head.

“Dad,” she shook her head.

He took a handful of her hair in a tight grip. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Beau started to object further but he pushed his cock between her lips.

He pulled her hair sharply. “Open!”

Beau felt nauseous as her father forced his dick into her mouth. She had a strong urge to bite down against the invader. But honestly she had believed him when he told her he’d hurt her. There was hated and anger radiating from him.

After only a couple of inches he pulled back.

Yes, Beau thought, it’s over. It’s over and I’m okay

But before his tip left her lips he pressed forward again.

Beau looked up at him, searching for some sign he might relent. She saw resolve instead.

He eased back. “Wider. I know you can take more,” he said. He held her head firmly and reversed course just before reaching the back of her throat. She made an exaggerated gagging sound, signalling to him he had almost gone too far so he wouldn’t do it again.

Thoreau took no notice. On his next advance he went further. Beau made the gagging noise again and put her hand on his leg.

“Hands to yourself,” he said. He didn’t pull back this time. He kept going. Beau gagged harshly for real but he didn’t stop, he kept going until he was fully inside. She felt his balls on her chin, her nose and cheeks pressed against his coarse pubic hair. It was so disgusting she could barely process all the different ways it was gross.

It felt horrific. She couldn’t breathe. Her fucking father was violating her mouth with his penis. Beau couldn’t believe this was really happening.

After what seemed like an age he pulled back, his cock slipping out from her lips. She gasped for air, her eyes watering. “Please. Stop.”

“Sorry Beau,” he didn’t sound sorry at all. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson. Not by a long way.” He held her head with a strong hand. “Open up.”

Beau had barely parted her lips before he thrust his dick into her mouth, driving in all the way in one rough jab. He pulled back then thrust forward again. She choked and groaned.

Thoreau fucked his daughter’s face. He wasn’t shy about being rough. The girl needed him to punish her properly. The fact that it felt so good was a mere side benefit. Her disrespectful mouth was finally doing something that didn’t make him feel rage or disappointment.

He stopped himself before he finished in her mouth. He was more disciplined than that. He stepped back and gave Beauregard a moment to compose herself.

Beau’s cheeks were wet with tears and there was saliva on her chin. Still kneeling on the floor she wiped her face with her hands. She was breathing hard.

Best of all, as far as Thoreau was concerned, she didn’t make any of her usual aggravating comments. She had learned something it seemed. He tucked his erection back in his pants, tenting the fabric.

“Up,” he said.

When she didn’t do as she was told he pulled her up by her armpits. She hadn’t learned to do what she was told yet.

Beau felt unsteady on her feet. She was hurt and confused. Her father. Her dad. He had just...

“Bend over the bed.”

She looked at him, taking a moment to understand: This wasn’t over. He wasn’t done. “Dad?”

“Beau why do you have to even make your punishment hard work for me?”

“I thought you’d punished me already.”

“Oh Beau no. The punishment must fit the crime and you have pushed me far too far for that to be the end of it. Be a good girl for a change and bend over your bed.”

Beau dreaded to think what more he had in store for her. What more could he do to her? She knew that obeying would only lead to more horror. But she felt disobeying would be even worse. Was what she’d done really so bad it deserved this?

“Daughter. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Almost automatically Beau went to her bed. Bracing herself with both hands she bent over it. Her father came in close behind her. Uncomfortably close. She took in a sharp breath when he abruptly yanked down her pants and underwear, leaving them around her ankles.

“Legs apart,” he said.

Beau shimmied her feet.

“Further.”

She did as she was told.

“Good. See you can be a good girl for me. You just need to learn how to be a good girl more often. Do you think you can do that for me?”

Beau didn’t feel like a good girl. She felt repulsed and afraid. She felt exposed to his harsh glare. She gave the answer he wanted. “Yes.”

“Yes? Say it then.”

“Yes, I can be a good girl.”

“We’ll see.” Thoreau said. He steeled himself for what he knew he had to do.

Beau yelped when the first spank landed. “Daddy...” she pleaded.

He spanked her again, harder. Beau tried to squirm out of the way of the next one but he managed to hit her anyway.

After a few more ignored pleas Beau gave up on begging him to stop. Instead she tried to take her mind out of the moment. Maybe if she could focus on something else other than the pain it wouldn’t be so bad.

She thought about Anna, the merchant’s daughter from the capital. She was a year older than Beau. She had long fiery-red hair, green eyes and pale skin. She was beautiful and funny and her lips were sweet and soft. Kissing her had been like a divine revelation. The way she had touched her had been a holy awakening. The way she’d used her tongue to...

An especially vicious smack from her father shattered her concentration. She cried out in pain.

“Next time you think about saying something smart to me I want you to remember this,” Thoreau said

Smack!

“Remember what this felt like.”

Smack!

“Remember what happens when you’re a bad girl.”

Smack!

He pulled her hips sharply. “Keep your ass up.”

Smack!

Beau’s tears were flowing freely now. She was sniffling and breathing hard. She tried to avoid making noise if she could. A last thread of defiance. A last shred of control.

Thoreau paused. For a moment Beau thought he was done. But he was just switching hand.

He spanked her over and over and over. If it wasn’t for the horrific circumstances Beau would have been surprised and impressed at his stamina.

Her ass felt like it was on fire. It was a deep, burning pain that seeped through her skin, through her muscle, seeming to catch her very nerves alight. On top of that was the humiliation and degradation she felt.

When Thoreau finally stopped he moved back away from her. His hard cock was still a prominent bulge in his pants. Beau’s bottom was red-raw and bruised. His daughter was sobbing pathetically.

“I think, perhaps, you’ve almost learned your lesson. Do you think you can be a good girl now Beauregard?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

Thoreau hesitated. She was thoroughly punished. His blood was up. And so was his dick. It was solid and hot. Beauregard was bent over and bare and ripe. Forbidden fruit was often the sweetest. He rubbed himself through his pants. He had to consider, what was the right thing?

Beau started to move.

“Stay,” her father commanded.

Thoreau continued to touch himself as he approached her. It would be good to, as a final act of discipline, make her a woman. She was sixteen. She was ready. Maybe claiming her womanhood would make her mature. Make her stop being such a bratty little bitch all the time. It worked on Clara.