J Bradley - Discipline for daughter

Vera's feet fell, one after the other, thoughtlessly. Her legs flashed in the patches of sunlight filtering through the leaves on her arm; her tits bounced up and down inside her white tank top the full cones of flesh tugging at her chest; the nipples standing out from the tips, full and erect from the stimulation against the fabric.

She wasn't conscious of running. There was only the feeling of flight. Tears kept stinging the backs of her eyes, blurring her vision, because this had been the last straw with Sandy.

Even though they'd been like sisters, Vera was going to break it off with Sandy. She was getting too wanton, too single minded, too thoughtless and uncaring. The only thing on her little mind any more was sex. Any kind of sex. From anybody. Boys weren't people to her. They were implements of orgasm. Now girls, too. She'd become so insensitive it would be animals next.

Sandy should have seen it. The person who knew her best in the whole world should have seen that Frank was the first boy to spark any interest at all in Vera. But she'd been blind to all but her own lusts just now. Wanting Frank to her her up the ass God! She'd become an animal.

Vera didn't know why she had the feelings she did about Frank Cobb. It was all too few for her to have feelings for a boy meant you had to admit to being a girl, and she'd never done that before. She wasn't sure she was doing it now. All she knew was she felt funny, completely different from any time in her life.

Was it because Frank reminded her so much of her father? Did that mean she was attracted to her father? Sexually?

The idea overwhelmed her. She shook her head as she ran along the path, hardly seeing where she was going. She started around the tight curve and literally bumped into them, nearly knocking herself down.

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened to squeak with shock and surprise, and then she knew something was terribly wrong. Something black came over her head just as a big wad of cloth was stuffed into her open mouth.

Strong arms twisted hers behind her back. Loops went around her wrists and bound her hands. One of them picked her up and swung her over his shoulder, while the other one grabbed her feet and bound her ankles instantly, preventing her from kicking.

They worked quietly. She heard little more than grunts of effort and inhalations of breath. Then they were crashing through bushes that swiped at her bare legs and arms. The one carrying her had his arm strongly about the backs of her thighs. His hand felt her ass through the red shorts, and the touch made her scream with outrage into the gag.

When they stopped, they dumped her onto the ground on her back like a bag of potatoes. Then there were hands all over her tits, mauling the firm cones, squeezing them, yanking the tank top up and over her head, yanking when the garment became tangled in her dark hair.

"Shit! Look at these knockers, man! I can fuck the hell out of them!"

Vera felt a rough hand squeeze the base of her tit, elongating the pointed cone until the nipple felt ready to pop. Then a hot, wet mouth sucked down the spire of her tit, the lips stretching wide to accommodate as much of the flesh as he could get into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around her rubbery nipple and pulled, sucking hard, stretching it, making it snap back with incredible sensation.

Hands were at the waist of her shorts, pulling them down, nearly ripping them from her flaring hips. The fabric dug into her skin stinging. She struggled as well as she could, bumping her butt up and down, trying to spread her knees to make it harder to get the shorts off. All the while, she screamed and yelled behind the gag, making hardly a sound.

It was happening to her. She was being stripped not only of her clothing but of her dignity, her independence, her individuality as a woman. They were going to use her, abuse her, treat her as a thing instead of a person.

She was about to become a sex object.

When she felt her shorts being stripped down her legs and off her feet, she shook her head, rolling it back and forth on the ground, screaming as loudly as she could through the gag.

A hand came up her leg, tracing the curving line of it, moving over the top of her thigh and sweeping around to the soft inner surface. She clamped her thighs tightly together, feeling the way he was staring down at her naked pussy, eyeing it lustfully, wanting to use it for the pleasures of his hard prick without caring whether she derived pleasures too, in total denial of her rights as a person.

Her clamped thighs had imprisoned his hand. She felt his fingers wriggling between them, bringing shameful sensations shooting through her mind. She heard him chuckle, a low, wet sound, as if he were enjoying teasing her. It was only teasing, too, because they both knew what the net results of her struggles would come to.

Still she had to keep it up. She had fought all her life for her rights and she couldn't stop now. When she felt his wriggling fingers inch up the satiny, firm inner flesh of her thighs toward her trembling pussy, she had to give out another scream behind the gag.

She flopped and bucked, turning her hip, managing to roll over onto her stomach. It was a futile effort to hide her pussy and protect it. What was worse for her, as she was about to discover, the new position left her ass exposed and vulnerable.

"Oh, God…" the man said softly. "Pete, look at this ass – just look at it! Full, firm, round, sweet ass!"

Vera heard the rasp of a zipper. Fright sang through her mind, and her eyes stared wide inside the blackness of the bag. She remembered the sight of Sandy's flaring ass just a little bit ago, the way she begged Frank to come fuck his big prick up it.

She choked back a quick sob. God, if she'd only let Frank take her into the bushes and fuck her; she could be with him now, instead of…

The man's hand swept over her bare ass. It squeezed the resilient globes of flesh, testing the springiness. It dabbled down into the deep, sweet cleft between the cheeks and made her moan. When she started to buck again, the other one came and sat on her back, and she was horrified to feel his hairy balls and naked butt cheeks against her flesh.

"Yeah, man, that's a nice ass. You gonna fuck it?"

"What do you think? I get first this time, remember?"

"I wanna fuck that pretty face of hers. How'm I gonna do that when she's on her fuckin' stomach, huh?"

"Use your imagination, Pete. Do I have to tell you everything about how to fuck?" he grinned.

There was a snort from the one on her back, and then she felt her ass cheeks being pried apart. She gasped and tried to buck again as she felt her dainty asshole being totally exposed to their sight. At the same time, she knew her pussy lips were visible. And she squeezed tightly with all the muscles she could find in the area of her crotch.

"That's it, honey – tighten it up. I like it tight. It feels so damn good when I sink my cock into a tight, clinging asshole. God, what sweet buns!"

To her utter horror, Vera felt him lean over her ass crack. She could feel the puffs of warm breath on her cheeks. Then she shivered tightly when a warm, wet, velvety something slid along her crack and swept over her asshole again and again, finally drilling into the pulsing little hole. God, it was his tongue! He was licking her asshole!

She shuddered again and again, moaning into the gag, feeling her tit tips pressing into the dark, warm earth under them. Her pussy began squirming and quivering, and when she felt his tongue go between the satiny, virginal lips and slurp at the very mouth of her cunt, she groaned because she was feeling sensations she didn't want to feel.

"Damn – how's she taste, man?" the one on her back said huskily.

"Sweet, real sweet. Mmmmmm!" He drilled his tongue tip into the mouth of her pussy and lapped back up over her asshole again, wetting her down thoroughly.