The Alpha's Runaway Daughter

Cleo I was standing in the middle of the basement of my family’s home. The air around me smelled damp. The disgusting stench of mould was prevalent throughout the room. As I stood there my father’s whip came down across my back, tearing through my skin and causing me to scream out in pain. Behind me I could hear my father snicker in satisfaction at the sound of my scream as it echoed throughout the room. Across the room, my stepmother, my brother and my stepsister all stood with the Beta and Gamma watching the beating I was receiving in amusement. They were smiling as my father continued to whip me. The fact they were enjoying this so much made me feel physically sick. Their eyes were fixed on me as I stood there in the center of the room, totally naked with my hands bound above my head. As the pain tore through my body with every lash of the whip, I couldn’t stop myself from crying out in pain. Tears streamed down my face and my nose was running, leaving traces of snot dripping down my face. With the combination of sweat, tears, blood and snot on my body, I knew I looked a right mess. Yet they still looked at me like I was an exhibit in an amusement park. “Beat her my love. Show that ungrateful little b***h what happens when she forgets her place in this family,” my stepmother called out happily, a smug smile upon her face. “Don’t worry my love. I promise you that after tonight she will never forget her place again,” my father replied, laughing out loud. “So, tell me Cleo, how are you enjoying your birthday so far?” my stepsister Britney called out, before laughing and making the others within the room laugh along with her. “Oh, I think she is enjoying herself. She is the center of attention. That's what girls want on their birthdays isn't it?” my brother Clay said, making the others laugh even more. “She wanted a birthday party. Well, now she has one,” my stepmother joined in, laughing like the old witch that she is. “A private birthday party just for Cleo. You know what they say about private parties don't you Cleo? They are only for the elite. So you should consider yourself special, after all, you are the VIP tonight,” Britney called out, laughing happily. My father walked around and stood in front of me. He looked at me for a moment before he grabbed the hair at the back of my head, right at the scalp and pulled my head back until my tear-filled eyes met his. “Are you having fun yet?” he asked, smirking at me. “Please stop. Please, just stop. You don't have to do this. Why are you doing this to me?” I whispered, looking into his eyes as I pleaded with him. “Stop? You want to stop?” he asked, ignoring my question and looking at me like he couldn’t believe what he had just heard. I nodded in response. I was feeling hot and cold. I could feel the blood and sweat running down my back. Whenever the sweat met with the raw flesh of my back it made the wounds on my back hurt even more. “Why would you want to stop? You wanted a birthday party, didn't you? And here I am, taking time out of my busy schedule to give you a private party. Now, now, Cleo. You wouldn’t be acting ungrateful again, would you?” he asked, his smirk turning to a sneer as he gazed into my eyes. “No! No daddy. I swear, I’m not,” I quicklysaid as I tried to assure him. But it was no use. As I looked at him, I could see that my words were not getting through to him. He wasn't listening to what I had to say, cos at the end of the day, he simply didn't care. All he cared about was inflicting pain. The more pain he could inflict on me, the happier he would be. “Oh, Cleo, you are so screwed. Teach her a lesson father, she clearly hasn’t learned her lesson yet,” Clay called out encouragingly, before roaring with laughter from across the room. My father leaned in closer to me, until his lips were right up close to my ear, “I am going to make sure that you never forget this night for as long as you live. I promise you that this will be a night you will never forget,” he whispered. He leaned back and stoof there looking at me with a sneer that made his whole face look... pure evil. “Why are you doing this to me?” I asked him, not expecting him to give me an answer. “Because it’s fun,” he replied casually, causing our audience to erupt into a fresh round of laughter. Moving to stand behind me once more, he started with a fresh round of lashes. With every bite of the whip, I cried out in agony. Across the room my brother and stepsister seemed to be enjoying themselves as they continuously mocked and ridiculed my pain with taunts and jeers. I looked at my stepmother and she was looking smug and incredibly happy with herself. As I watched her, she leaned over and whispered something to the Beta and the Gamma. I don’t know what she had said to them, but whatever it was, it sure had their attention. Suddenly, she looked over to where we were and called out, “My love, would you please come here for a moment?” I watched as my father walked by me heading over to join my stepmother across the room. As I watched my stepmother whispered something to my father while gesturing towards the Beta and the Gamma who looked really happy with what was being said. As I watched them, I felt an icy ball of dread begin to form in my stomach. The icy ball grew when my father looked over towards me and grinned evilly. “Britney, Clay, get out of here, now,” my father growled, his eyes never leaving me. “What? Why?” my brother whined, suddenly looking like a kicked puppy. “Oh please, don’t make us leave. We want to watch. We are having so much fun,” Britney whined, looking at my father while giving him her best puppy dog eyes. “I… said… get… out…,” he repeated, annunciating every word, his eyes still fixed on me. The two of them began to whine again, but the moment my father turned his eyes to them all the color drained from both their faces and they bolted out of the room with a burst of speed that would have put Speedy Gonzales to shame. Once they were out of the room my father looked at my stepmother and said, “Right, let’s give our little Cleo here a birthday to remember.” “I am looking forward to it,” my stepmother grinned, before leaning in and locking lips with my father. When they broke apart my father walked over to me and removed the restraints from my wrists. Once my arms were lowered, they began to get pins and needles sensations in them from being raised above my head for so long. Grabbing my hair, my father dragged me to the other side of the room where the Beta and Gamma were dragging something out from behind stacked up boxes. As I watched in horror, they dragged what looked like an old massage table out towards the center of the room. They set the massage table up, and once they were done, my father began to drag me toward it. “No… no… stop…” I pleaded, as I struggled to break out of my father’s grip. My efforts to break free were wasted though. My father was too strong. Once we reached the table, my father, with the help of his Beta and Gamma threw me onto it. The three of them held me down as my stepmother restrained my hands to the underside of the table. Once she had my hands restrained, she walked down to where my feet were being pinned, and began the process of restraining them, spreading my thighs wide in the process. As I watched him, the Gamma gazed at my exposed p***y and licked his lips. The sight of him eyeing off my p***y like that made me feel nauseous. Once my stepmother had my feet secure, she stepped back from the table and looked at my father, giving him a smile. “All done my love. She ain’t going nowhere,” she declared proudly, before giving me a smug look. “Okay boys, we are going to head off and let you have some fun, while we have some fun of our own. Enjoy yourselves,” my father said before he and my stepmother began making their way towards the door to leave the basement.