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Harley's Joke	By : tooshoes Category: DC Verse Comics > Batgirl Views: 3926 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Babsy drops the handset to the home phone on kitchen table, cursing Daddy for not immediately accepting her suggestion that she might be a lesbian. Or for not trying to prove her wrong. All she knows for sure is that she feels upset.
She must be a lesbian, she thinks, she hopes, or how else could she explain how excited she was with Harley?
Babsy had wondered before, especially when she was sexting with Alexis, but she didn't have the courage to take it to the next level.
It doesn't matter. Even if she is a lesbian, that doesn't explain everything. Not by a long shot. Maybe she is bisexual. Or pan sexual. After what almost happened in Harley's office, she needs to know exactly what she is. She's not even twelve yet, and nobody explained any of this to her before.
She doesn't want to think about it anymore, but sex is the only thing she can think about lately, whether with boys, girls or whoever. The pot doesn't make her forget. In fact, it makes those thoughts and feelings stronger.
She goes into the bathroom and stands in front of a full body mirror on the wall. She lifts her skirt and forgets about everything else when she sees the strawberry blonde puff of hairs covering her crotch. She had been proud when pubic hair first appeared almost a year ago, taking it as a sign that she was growing up. But most of Daddy's porn videos featured shaved girls, and even Alexis made fun of Babsy's little tuft of fur. Now her doctor tells her that pubic hair is unsanitary, so when she looks at those hairs, her skin tingles like the hairs are insects crawling out from under her arms and between her legs.
This is the homework she told Daddy about.
She strips down and sets to shaving, starting with her underarms. She is surprised at first when she nicks her skin several times, drawing a few drops of blood, but when she applies Daddy's shaving cream, she finds that shaving her underarms is easy and painless.
Shaving her pussy starts easily enough, too, but shaving into the nooks and crannies proves very challenging.
She grabs a portable mirror from her bedroom and places it on the bathroom floor. Then she grabs a towel and spreads it out in front of the mirror. She sits on the towel and opens her legs as wide as they will go. Now she can see and access everything. She takes Daddy's razor and shaving cream and gets busy. She's on a mission now.
After she finishes with her pussy, she starts shaving her legs, though her leg hairs were almost invisible. Those hairs weren't part of her homework, but she wonders if Harley will give her extra credit.
Finally, she sweeps up all of the hairs and takes a long shower.
When she gets out and dries off, her pussy is pink and very sensitive from the razor and all of the attention she was giving it in the shower, so she forgoes the panties -- on purpose this time. She slips into one of Daddy's white t-shirts which hangs down to her knees, so she doesn't need to wear anything else.
She chows down two bowls of cereal, as an appetite hits her from out of nowhere.
But as soon as she fills her stomach, her pink, excited pussy demands attention again.
She needs a distraction, so she decides to do her second homework assignment.
She opens her purse and removes the tiny camera that Harley told her to hide. On the plug side of the little cube, she finds the tiny instructions, telling her to download an app to her phone to set the camera up with Daddy's wi-fi.
Within two minutes, she gets the little light on the front of the adapter to blink, which means it's connected. She's proud of herself for getting it right the first time, but she forgets the second part of the installation -- telling it where to send the video feed that it collects.
She puts the camera on the bureau across from Daddy's computer, knowing he won't notice it among the TV and home entertainment system.
"OK, Daddy, you asked for it! I've done all my homework!" she says to herself with a laugh, as she steps back and looks at the hidden camera. Even knowing where it is, she can barely see it.
She turns around, ready to leave.
She changes her mind when she sees Daddy's computer, because suddenly she remembers that all of the other cameras in the house have been recording her since she got home from the doctor's office. If Daddy looked at his surveillance videos, would he be able to tell that she was stoned? She logs into the computer and starts looking for the latest video, but halfway through the search, her pot crippled mind has already forgotten what she was looking for.
Instead, she's back to spying on Daddy. He had been spying on her, too, so she doesn't feel guilty.
She thinks she's found everything there is to find already, but maybe he has some fun games hidden away. There has to be a fun side to him hidden in there somewhere.
While she searches, she finds a shortcut to Firefox. She's not sure what that is. Maybe a game?
But what she finds there makes her jaw drop.
She discovers that Firefox is a web browser, and Daddy's homepage for Firefox is Pornhub.
She shifts in her seat. Her pussy is wet and aching. Her heart is racing.
She walks away from the computer for a moment until her shame changes back to curiosity. When she sits back down, the search bar for Pornhub is still there waiting.
She clicks "bookmarks" on the toolbar, and Daddy's treasure of young girls spreads out before her, leaving her in complete shock. She scrolls down a few links, but the progress bar barely moves, as though the list goes on forever.
Babsy covers her mouth with one hand while she clicks on the first entry with the other: "Bored teen student solo." After a moment of buffering, a very young woman wearing a school uniform, just like the uniform Babsy wears to school every day, lifts her skirt and pleasures herself in an empty schoolroom. There isn't much more to it, except for the girl moving around and moaning, but Babsy watches the video all the way through, fighting the urge to touch herself.
So Daddy likes porn, she thinks, ignoring what is becoming obvious. Babsy had been watching porn since she was nine, and of course she never told Daddy. So why would Daddy tell her? It's not a big deal.
She scrolls through a few pages of links and clicks on "Redheaded 18 year old Lolita Jailbait." The girl that appears on screen doesn't look much older than Babsy herself, despite the video claiming she is eighteen, and Babsy watches in shocked disbelief as the Lolita kneels in front of a faceless man in a cop uniform, opens his pants and puts his huge cock in her mouth. Babsy turns her head halfway, not wanting to see, but she never actually looks away while the Lolita expertly sucks and licks the man's cock until his spunk splatters on her smiling face and mouth. When the young porn star licks her lips clean, tears fall from Babsy's eyes.
Babsy feels a moment of panic as she scrolls through some more links, and the titles are somehow more disturbing the further she goes through the list. She briefly checks out "Redhead creampie", "Petite teen tied up", "schoolgirl gangbang", "young redhead humiliated," and the last link she visits is called "Daddy gives a spanking."
At this point, Babsy can barely see through her tears. She closes Firefox and logs off, then she rushes into her room and lies on the bed, crying into her pillow. She remembers after a moment that one of Daddy's cameras is pointing at her at this very moment, but she doesn't care. She hopes Daddy sees her crying, and then maybe he'll feel ashamed of himself. How could Daddy punish her for sexting when he has piles of such raunchy videos on his computer? And not just any videos, of not just any girls -- of girls who look a lot like Babsy!
She screams in a jealous rage. Why does he even need these videos?
Babsy can't possibly deny it anymore: Daddy fantasizes about having sex with her! He wishes to watch his daughter masturbate, give him a blowjob, tie her up, maybe fuck her with another guy, embarrass her before his friends, and then give her a spanking.
That last revelation is what bothers her most, though, because since she was six and until just a few months ago, Daddy always spanked her when she did something bad. He would sit down, lean her over his knee, raise her skirt and spank her.
More recently, his spankings felt different. Less forceful. He would gently touch her ass before striking it, and when his punishment was over, he would caress her ass gently, even brushing over her cotton-covered pussy with his fingers, before releasing her.
Babsy doesn't remember when the punishment changed, because it happened over a long time. It was unthinkable that he meant to punish her in a sexual way. Unthinkable, but a part of her always knew the truth even while it was happening. Still, she had pretended that he was only trying to comfort her after giving her a well-deserved punishment.
While she had assumed his innocence, she felt guilty herself, because those spankings got her wet even before she understood what that meant. Sometimes she would get in trouble just so he would spank her. She never dared consider why it was so fun and exciting.
So while Babsy cries into her pillow, she admits to herself that Daddy's desire for her is not a big surprise -- and neither are her own feelings for him. She wears the clothes that make him feel embarrassed. He likes it when she wears pink, so that became her favorite color. He looks at her more attentively when her hair is down, so that is how she wears it. She catches him looking at her legs in the morning, so she wears miniskirts or tiny shorts while she makes him breakfast. They have performed this dance for years, like it was a fun game that meant nothing. But despite their pretense, it was never innocent.
So he fantasizes about her, but she flirts with him, so how can she blame him? Isn't this her fault, too?
Finally, the truth clarifies in her mind. She was shocked and angry while watching those video clips, but she was only angry that he was watching someone else.
She replays the porn clips in her head, but in her fantasy, she is the star that Daddy is watching.
Her heart pounds in her chest.
Babsy can't decide if she wants to give Daddy what he deserves, or give him what he wants.
Babsy rolls over on the bed and sits up. She knows she is directly in front of Daddy's camera now. She looks past her feet and sees where the electric eye is looking back.
That is Daddy's eye.
As soon as she thinks of it that way, she feels an aching in her belly.
Daddy has seen Babsy climb into bed every night since she had moved his camera onto her bureau. She has no doubt of that now. What is he thinking when he watches her? When she changes her clothes, does he pause the video and replay it over and over?
If not, then why not?
Babsy doesn't want him to look at other girls anymore. He must only look at her. He must only think of her.
Because she can't stop thinking about him.
Her pussy won't let her stop.
But he always seems to be avoiding her, leaving the same message almost every night on her cell phone, usually after she had fallen asleep, telling her how he will be late again. Then she won't see him until the next morning.
But while she sleeps, he looks at her and listens to her breathe.
And what she does now, he will see and hear that later, too.
Well, tonight she'll make sure that he doesn't need to use Pornhub. He won't need to look at anyone else!
And he'll know that she fantasizes about him, too!
She takes out her phone and goes to voicemail. She starts playing all of his messages through the speaker loud enough that the camera will capture his voice.
All of Daddy's messages are nearly the same, each a variation of, "Hello Babsy, sorry running late again. Sweet dreams, Gummy Bear!"
It's very repetitive, just like a porno.
Every time she hears him mentioning her name, a thrill runs through her! Her raw, pink pussy gets wetter!
"Daddy..." she whispers after each message.
Her whispers turn to moans.
She lifts the t-shirt over her head and tosses it beside her on the bed, leaving her completely naked, and giving Daddy a good look at her youthful breasts. Then she lays back down and spreads her legs for the camera, inviting Daddy to look at her freshly shaved pussy.
Her skin feels hot, and her heart pounds in her chest, as though Daddy was watching her right now, instead of later in the secrecy of night.
She learned a lot about what Daddy likes from those videos.
She closes her eyes and pretends Daddy is controlling her hands, as she caresses up her leg starting with the knee, up her inner thighs, then over her belly and finally stopping on her tiny tits. She licks her fingertips and then draws little circles around her nipples, imagining how Daddy would react. Then she pinches her nipples, imagining Daddy is nibbling on them, and she feels her hips quake and an oozing feeling between her legs. She touches her pussy with one hand and is amazed by how wet she is! She spreads her pussy flow over the pussy lips, and the excess soaks into the bed sheets. Nobody in Daddy's movies gets this wet! She imagines what her Daddy will feel when he sees her, and her pussy gushes yet again.
She had never been this excited before, and she knows it's because Daddy will be watching!
"Daddy!" she moans.
And Daddy repeatedly calls out her name through his many voicemail messages.
Babsy turns over, making sure to stay in the camera frame, and she props her ass up high. She reaches around and pulls her ass cheeks apart, opening her pussy wide at the same time, giving Daddy the dirtiest, most sexual visual she can imagine. That sends Babsy into a sexual frenzy, as she moves one hand inside to her clit and strokes her pussy lips rapidly until she cries out "Oh Daddy" again and again. Her body convulses and her mind disintegrates into pure pleasure.
She had thought that she had experienced orgasms before, but this was completely new!
And then she comes again! And again!
And then smaller orgasms, like aftershocks after an earthquake.
Only then, after the voicemail messages end and her orgasms have run their course, can she clearly consider what she has done.
Only then does that little voice return in the back of her mind, and it is yelling "slut!" so hard that it shatters through the bliss.
She begins to panic! She rushes into Daddy's room to find and delete the video. But when she selects the video and touches the delete button, she pauses. She can't do it! She can't pretend, anymore. She shuts down the computer, leaving the bomb there for him to find.
She is sick of the lies, both his lies and her own.
She decides to watch TV for a few hours, but she has no idea what she's watching because she can't stop worrying about her performance. Every half hour or so, she walks into his room, again determined to delete the video, if just to give herself some peace of mind, but she never does.
When finally it is bedtime, she turns up the heat and leaves her bedroom door open. She sleeps naked and splayed out on her bed on top of the covers, hoping Daddy is so turned on that he will want to fuck her and end years of suspense.
She doesn't expect to fall asleep. She worries about everything. Maybe she won't be enough to satisfy him. Maybe it will hurt. Maybe this will ruin the rest of her life. That's a lot of worries to deal with, yet somehow she falls asleep, tossing and turning and dreaming of every sexual act she saw in Daddy's videos, and how she fits into those fantasies.
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The sound of a door closing wakes her suddenly in the middle of the night.
She is covered by a blanket that wasn't on her bed when she went to sleep. Underneath, she is dripping sweat, and her pussy aches hungrily.
The door to her room is closed, but she knows right away that she didn't wake up when this door closed.
Instead, she woke up when the front door to the house was slammed shut!
Her greatest fear had come true: Daddy saw her lying naked in bed, and he turned away!
She grabs the blanket and hurries out of bed, using the blanket as a robe.
"Daddy?" she shouts in a panic as she runs into the kitchen, then the living room, and finally she stops at his bedroom, pauses, then slowly opens the door.
His computer is still warm. She looks for the most recent video entry, but it has been deleted.
She starts crying, sure that she had screwed up. She had embarrassed him, or she had offended him, or she had disgusted him, or she had imagined everything. Whatever it was, she had driven him again.
There was no coming back from something like this!
Now maybe he'll administer the worst punishment of all: he'll give up on her. Maybe he'll even commit her to Arkham.
Babsy can barely see through her tears. She stumbles into the kitchen to find a napkin.
She sees a letter sitting on the kitchen table, with a pen resting on the center as a paper weight.
"Daddy!" she cries, and she hurries to read it, hoping and dreading its contents.
"Dear Babsy, I don't know what to say, except that everything will be OK. Life can be very confusing, and you still have a lot to learn, and many of these things I can't teach you. I'll be working late and maybe into the morning. Enjoy your party tonight. I hope you meet a nice boy or a girl who can help you find your way."
Babsy's panic is released in a wave of tears. She reads the letter over and over. She tries to read between the lines, where she believes the truth hides, and the only thing she is sure that she will find there is pain. Her heart is breaking. She clings to the words "everything will be OK."
But she doesn't believes it.
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