J Watson - Chained women

"Oh I know what they're doing," Leslie said, shrugging. "Cindy's my friend but she doesn't fool me. I know she satisfies them."

"You shouldn't be here," Dan said. "Maybe you should go home."

Leslie took his hand. "I'll go home only if you want me too. But I can help you if I stay."

"Help me?" Dan questioned.

"Sure. I know how you feel with those two men in there fucking your daughter. It hurts when you know that it's rape and there's nothing you can do about it."

Again Dan looked at her in surprise. Leslie looked so innocent but there was nothing innocent about her mouth.

She smiled at him. "I can be nice to you. I can make things easier."

She slowly reached over and let her hand caress the bulge in his trousers.

"Don't you want me to be nice to you?" she asked.

"Yes," he whispered. "Yes."

She smiled again as she unzipped his trousers and reached inside. Her tiny hand found his prick and drew it out. The feel of her soft fingers wrapped around his meaty cock sent shivers through his balls.

"You shouldn't do this," he said, but he didn't want her to stop.

Slowly her silky fingers rolled up and down the loose flesh of his cock.

"God," he said. "That feels good."

"I'm going to make you feel better," she promised. "I'm going to make you feel really good."

Leaning forward she touched her mouth to his cock.

"Do you like that?" she teased as she drew back.

"Jesus," he groaned. "I love it."

"Good," she said.

She got out of her chair and fell between his legs on her knees. She unbuckled his belt and she slid his trousers and shorts down to his knees.

She began to brush her soft hair over his prick. It was like nothing he had ever experienced. Back and forth she rubbed it until his prick was a shaft of fiery urgency.

Then she once more took the head of his shaft between her innocent-looking lips. The feel of her soft lips around his cock was driving Dan wild with excitement. Her teeth gently nipped at the skin of his cock and this was an even more delicious experience.

Her tongue began to tease at his tiny hole.

"Jesus," he moaned.

He could hear his daughter's screams from the bedroom and he could hear the bed shaking as someone fucked her, but none of that mattered so much any more. Right now all that mattered was the child mouth that sucked his cock.

He could feel a tingle deep in his balls and it was like she was trying to draw his very soul out of his prick.

"I'm going to come," he groaned. "Stop or I'll shoot my wad into your mouth."

She didn't stop. Instead she began sucking at him with a renewed urgency and he could wait no longer. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes half-closed and he gave a final plunge deep into her mouth.

"I'm coming," he groaned. "Oh fucking shit, I'm coming!"

He poured his cum into her throat and she took as much of it as she could before she had to pull her mouth away. Still, she only took a swallow before her mouth was back on his prick again, sucking him dry.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned. "Jesus Christ!"

She drew back. There was a smile on her face as she wiped her mouth with a Kleenex and climbed to her feet. Dan pulled his trousers up and fastened them. He still had to listen to the groans coming from the bedroom but at least he didn't feel so tense any more.

"Thank you," he said to Leslie.

Leslie smiled a sweet smile.

Kathy Cross had the two brothers' supper ready when they got home. Since their mother had died Kathy had kept house for the two brothers. She was only twelve but she had been raised doing hard work and she didn't mind.

She loved her brothers. She loved to do things for them. She was jealous of the women they brought there sometimes, but she never said anything.

They were tired that evening. Adam gave her some instructions for her after-school work the next day and Kathy knew that meant they would be working.

They never told her what kind of work they did.

She waited until both brothers were in their rooms before she went to her bedroom. Quickly she raised the picture on her wall. She removed the little piece of wood that kept her eyepiece from being seen and peered through.

Donald was getting ready to take his shower. He had his shirt off and his trousers and he had only his shorts on. He looked like a bull with the mass of black hair on his broad shoulders and huge chest.

Kathy grew warm between her legs.

She knew her brothers would be shocked if they knew she watched them this way, but she couldn't help herself. There was something animal about her brothers that attracted her in a way that no other boy or man could. Donald walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Kathy held her breath. He returned a moment later. He pulled off his shorts and dropped them into the hamper.

Kathy sighed. Now his magnificent prick was revealed to her and she felt an itch between her legs. Quickly she pulled up her dress and took off her panties. Her fingers urgently found her clit and she began to massage herself.

Donald went into the bathroom again. He was gone only a few minutes as he washed the day's grime from his body.

His prick was half-hard as he came back into his bedroom. Kathy wished it would get really hard. Sometimes he would lie on his bed and massage his cock until he came. Those were the times that Kathy really enjoyed.

Tonight he simply slipped between clean sheets and cut off his light.

"Oh no," Kathy said.

She sat back on her bed. Her cunt was burning and it needed more than her fingers. It needed her brother's cock. Either one of them! Kathy sighed. It would do no good to think about it. Tonight she would simply have to make do with her fingers.

He called himself Boss and nobody knew his real name. The sex raffle was his idea. He had planned it out carefully, picked his people carefully, and it was now making him a great deal of money.

"I like her," the man said.

Boss clapped his hands and the girl came forward. She was a petite brunette and she had been well trained. She wore a white gown that came to her knees, and nothing else.

"Fine choice," Boss said. "She's a beautiful woman and she's trained to take care of your every desire."

"The King will like her," the man said. "She'll make a welcome addition to his harem. But tell me, friend, where do you find all these refreshing young women?"

Boss clapped his hands again and the girls left the room.

"Ahhhh," Boss said. "Now if I told you that then what would be your need of me?"

"True," the man said, and pursed his lips. He stood up. He was a dark-featured man dressed in the sharp military uniform of his country.

"Same price as last time?" the man asked.

"Of course."

"Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money."

"You pay good money for quality. Nothing fine is ever cheap."

"You're right again."

The man followed the girls out of the room. Boss knew a man was waiting in the hall to show the officer out the door. The next day the girl would show up at the officer's hotel room. The buyers knew the rules.

Boss smiled and folded his hands. Today had been a good day. The raffle had gone well. Four of the girls had been sold at very high prices. It was a fine business to be in, and almost no overhead except for food, clothing and paying his servants.

He frowned at the thought of the two Cross brothers. They were very good at their work. They were big, brawny, competent men who were exactly what he needed, but he could not help but feel a little uneasy around them.

He was afraid that they were capable of a deep violence that did not always show. They did what he said with the women. They took the most beautiful and broke their wills and their spirits until they were little more than a plaything for a man.