The older, scruffy, unshaved and unbathed man opened the door and left them there. “Got to change records. In the basement,” he yelled. They follo...ed him down to the studio. The cinderblock walls actually had small windows and a door, the house being built on a hill. “Go ahead and plug in and turn on the amps,” came from speakers in the room. He was in a soundproof studio, obvious when he pointed to his ear when Eddie asked about patch cords. He pointed to the mic on a stand. Eddie turned it on. My back felt like it was burning and I struggled against the shackles. But it wasn?t so bad. It wasn?t so bad. It wasn?t. He had whipped me for at least 20 strokes before stopping. I had lost count during my terror, and the last 10 were painful but it wasn?t so bad. When he walked to stand in front of me again I wasn?t crying, I wasn?t whimpering, and I wasn?t groaning. He asked ?How are you doing?? and I replied ?Thank you, sir, I am doing okay.? He said ?Good. I am not sure why that is. Finally, the next day my friend picked me up (Mike), I carried my bag with me and drove off. He looked at me and could see I was a little flush and clearly excited, and he noticed my smooth legs past my shorts I was wearing."So this is your first time here?" He glanced over at me with a sly smile as we started the twenty minute drive."Ya, I can't wait too," I said, as I bit my lip and reached over to rub his cock through his pants. I had a craving look on my face, already incredibly horny at. “Such a wet little girl… must be having naughty dreams,” His voice was quiet. I felt him shift around on the bed until he was straddling my legs. Seconds later, I felt him push his dripping daddy parts against me, his hard cock quickly finding my princess pants and tearing all the way inside. Tears sprang to my eyes, a small whimper hanging in the air as I listened to his grunts and his skin meeting my own. Over and over, all the way out and back in, he shoved himself inside me, using me as his.