J Bradley: Discipline for daughter

She was so absorbed with her thoughts she didn't hear the rustle behind her in the bushes, just as she was entering her cottage. Then there was a rush, a dark bag over her head, and strong arms pushing her inside. She heard the door close and knew there were two of them.

She started to scream inside the bag, but a powerful forearm came around her throat and choked her breath off. She tried her best judo move, but he'd been expecting it and blocked it. Then it was too late. The pounding in her head and the purple flashes at the backs of her eyes told her she was blacking out.

"Easy, man – don't choke her dead," one of them said. "No fun to fuck a corpse. I wanna feel her tight lez cunt jiggle and suck around my cock, not just lie there."

"She's all right, Peter, I know what I'm doing. Just make her a little drowsy so we can fix her up." The stink of cheap booze was strong.

The other one laughed. "Who you calling a peter, you peter?"

"That's us, don't forget. No names. This here's a captain we're fucking with."

"A Goddamn lez bitch, you mean." He squeezed her tit roughly. "Damn, that's nice! Hurry up and black her out, man. Remember, we flipped for first fuck, and I won."

"Still say you had a two-headed nickel, you bastard. There, she's about ready – catch her. What'd you do with the fucking rope?"

It was the last thing Miriam heard. A black, swirling hole came up and sucked her into it, and she didn't know what happened until she came to on her bed.

At least, it felt like her bed. She couldn't see. There was a totally black cloth over her eyes and something stuffed into her mouth so that her first yell was completely muffled and nearly soundless.

Her arms were stretched over her head, and she discovered she couldn't move them because her wrists were tied securely to the headboard. Her legs were spread open and tied at the ankles as well. A draft of air passed over her belly and thighs, and she knew she was stripped naked.

"Damn, damn," the one said, over and over. "Just look at that cunt of hers – all slick and shitty and bald as a baby's butt. Man, am I gonna eat the piss right out of that twat!"

"I thought you were gonna fuck it."

"I am, man, I am! One thing at a time! Quit bugging me. Go suck on those gorgeous tits or something."

"I want to lick her ass. Did you see the tight cheeks on her ass? That deep, cock-gripping crack between them? Damn, Peter, we've got us a real prize piece of woman here, you know it? Who'da thought there was all this woman under that Goddamn uniform!"

"Yeah…" a sound of awe, "but how are we gonna work it with her mouth – the gag, and all. I gotta feel those full sweet lips around my hard prick."

"Bitch might bite it off, Peter, best not think about that."

"Shit – she gets a taste of cock in her lez cunt, and she's gonna suck us both dry wanting more. At the same time!" He laughed.

Miriam listened. She tossed her head from side to side, trying to see who they were. The whole world was black. She humped her hips up and down, trying to struggle free, fear gripping her at the first touch of a hand on her naked hip – a man's hand! The first in nearly eighteen years!

"What the hell you waiting for? Look at her squirm, Peter – she wants your prick real bad!"

The one near her head cupped her tits, squeezing them and rolling them over her chest. She felt his breath on them. Then warm, wet lips sucked the spired tips, one after the other, drawing the nipples out and letting them snap back. She moaned inside the gag, shuddering.

She felt the other one touching all around her pussy, exploring the slick, soft area where her bush should have been. He squeezed and pinched and felt her all over, cupping her twat with the flat of his hand. Damn Beth for making her shave her cunt!

"Oh, man, I can't wait to eat this bald pussy!" Miriam groaned again, her hips jerking. His tongue licked all over her naked cunt. His lips sucked up the folds of her flesh. He pried her pussy lips apart with his finger and lapped all the way up her cunt crack from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue flipping into her succulent cunt hole and then flicking the tip of her clit.

She made a small sound and jerked her hips wildly in spite of herself. He lapped at her again and again, then put his lips to her clit and sucked, flicking the tiny organ with his tongue tip all the while.

She couldn't help it when her body began to respond. The man at her tits was bathing them with his mouth. The nipples were erect and rubbery. She felt her cunt tunnel squirm and knew her juices were starting to flow, betraying her. He wasn't as good as Beth, but he was good. She couldn't stop the quick jerk and thrust of her hips and the small shiver of orgasm that rippled through her body, making her whimper behind her gag.

"You liked that, huh, Captain? You like a man's mouth on your pussy? Good as a lez bitch's mouth, isn't it. Mmm, you got a hot cunt down here. It's all slick and juicy, now, full of lez honey. All slippery and ready for my big cock! Want to feel it now? Want to see what a prick feels like all hard and ready to fuck your pussy?"

He laughed softly and moved up the bed. She got a whiff of his male scent and then instantly felt the hard, hot, velvety head of his prick being pushed around her nose, across her lips, along the side of her cheek. A string of wetness showed the trail it had made, showing her how ready he was. She remembered that. The way Paul's prick had leaked clear fluid when he was hot and ready to fuck her. "Come on, Peter, hurry up and screw her. A guy can suck tits just so long."

"Then get on her chest and fuck 'em, man. Don't bug me. Hey, come here a minute. Let's give her a real feel of cock."

Miriam felt them both get off the bed. Then she had two fat, throbbing pricks in her hands as they lay them in her palms and curled her fingers around them.

She whimpered inside, remembering that, too – the touch of cock in her hand. Reflexively, she gripped them, hating herself the moment she did. Now they would think she wanted them to fuck her. So, she squeezed as hard as she could, trying to hurt them.

"Damn, she likes it, man! She likes cock! She's trying to jack us off!" He pumped his hips, fucking her hand, laughing.

She couldn't keep up the pressure. It wasn't working as intended anyway. The air drying her wet pussy and tits tickled. Her twat itched. She wanted to close her thighs and rub them together to stop the itching. She opened her hands, releasing their pricks, and grunted behind the gag, pointing with her forefingers toward it he best she could.

"Hey, Peter, what's this she's doing?"

"I think she wants the gag out, man. Is that what you want?"

Miriam nodded her head and grunted.

"So you can yell your mouth off right?"

She shook her head fervently, making whimpering sounds of pleading.

There was a long pause: "What do you think, man?"

"Ahh! She's just going to tell us not to fuck [missing text]."

Miriam steeled herself and then shook her head violently in negation.

"Okay, Captain. But you're in big trouble if you start screaming, you understand that? Big trouble. We won't be nice any more."

Miriam nodded eagerly. She felt fingers hold her jaw. She remained still. The gag came out, but she knew it was right there over her mouth, ready to be stuffed back in. She worked her tongue, wetting the inside of her mouth.

"I won't scream," she said first thing. "I promise I won't."

"What do you want to tell us?"

"Look, I don't know who you are and I know you've got me. You're going to fuck me no matter what, but there's [missing text]."

"You said it, baby!"

"Just there's just one thing I want to ask, and I'm pleading with you guys. Don't… just don't come in my pussy!"