For now, kicking his daughter's tight, young twat; depriving her of her virginity; deflowering her once and for all, would be sufficient. Besides, it had been a long time since he had imbedded his cock in a cunt and he didn't want to ruin her response by making her come with his tongue. Oddly, too, he had never kicked a virgin – who kicked them all, anyway? – and he longed to feel the cunt walls clench his thrusting meat as he probed the secret depths of his own daughter's cunt. Yes, his own daughter! His own daughter! He reveled in the unspeakable vileness of the act he was about to perform. He would make a sex slave of her to do his bidding. Beautiful, beautiful incest… the forbidden luxury of the Gods and the ancient Egyptians… for Victor Redgrave.

Victor had very long and sensitive fingers as well as long fingernails. He began finger-fucking his daughter, allowing his finger to penetrate farther up her vagina with each thrust of his hand. Expertly, he pressed against the thin partition of flesh that marked her as a virgin.

He felt its resistance, savored the elasticity of the thin partition of flesh, then severed the thin membrane with his fingernail. There would still be slight bleeding, no doubt, but he guessed that this would be the best way to prepare her tight cunt for the entrance of his prick. He had heard that often prior to wedding nights brides visited doctors and had them break the obstacle of their vaginal membranes with a scalpel so as to insure a more trouble-free sexual encounter with their husbands.

"Ouch," Sherry said.

"It's all right, sweet," he said. "Daddy's just preparing you for our kick. It's all right."

"Did you do that to mother the first time, too?" she asked.

"Everybody does it slightly different," he answered, not answering her question directly. Hell, Sherry's mother had probably been kicked a hundred times – maybe a thousand – by the time their wedding night had arrived. "Just relax now while I put my poker inside your pussy."