Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Let's see if you can eat a cunt as well as you suck a cock. We'll demonstrate that to those girls as well. We'll show them exactly what a Christian sex slave does."

"Yes, Mother."

Heather had to leave the Goldsteins' shortly after the phone call from Jenny because her father called and wanted her to return home. She arrived home shortly before ten that evening and was met at the door by a naked daddy with an erection. She was scooped into his arms and carried giggling into the master bedroom where she was stripped and fucked properly by one of the masters.

After a proper incestuous fucking, he told her about his new secretary/whore, Dawn, but did not tell about her mother's role in adding the /whore to his lovely secretary.

Having met Dawn, Heather was awed that her father would do that to such a sweet girl. He just wasn't the type to force a newlywed into whoring and bearing his bastard, making the husband accept the situation, then fucking his bride right in front of him for hours on end. That was where he'd been and what he'd been doing, and explained why he had such trouble getting it up and keeping it up despite Heather's best efforts.

The story he told did sound exactly like something her mother would do and could easily arrange. She pictured Dawn up against her mother. Dawn stood no chance. Heather figured that her mother and father were playing games with her, that they were in league, that they had laid their adultery cards on the table and came to an agreement, and that her own seduction and draft into the slut world was a result.

She wasn't far off in her guess but didn't betray her suspicions to her father.

By this time, her attitude was: If they want to play games with me, I'm their toy. If it's games they want to play, I'll be a dumb toy.

Heather didn't mind being toyed with and used. She didn't mind being misused and abused, either.

She dropped more hints to her father that she craved rougher treatment, and after thinking about it all day, she did crave rougher treatment.

She told him several torture fantasies that she really wanted to experience, and she convinced him that she really did want to live them.

He found the bloody tortures disturbing and told her not to let her mother know she thought those things, not that it might lead to bloody torture, but that it could lead to nasty and mean treatment that he'd find difficult to tolerate even if he knew Heather loved it. Heather wanted hints dropped; he wanted no hints dropped; they dropped the subject.

Heather was dying to share her success and sexual adventure at the Goldsteins'.

She was very proud of herself, having instigated a bestial orgy on her own and been fucked fourteen times in one four-hour period-all three holes, man and beast. Turning an adult woman into a bestial sex slave was her major accomplishment, though she had to give most of the credit to Douglas and the parents. Still, she served as the catalyst, and she was duly proud.

Jenny Goldstein was her toy, and she didn't want her parents knowing she had her own toy, not after realizing that she was a toy to them. They had enough toys in their toy box. They didn't need to play with her toys. In fact, her toys were all of the Goldsteins and Jenny's parents. Heather loved those hypocritical holy rollers. She'd heard most of their conversation and saw through their bullshit immediately.

Heather knew they were both using Jenny during the long break in conversation.

She knew, Cora, Jenny's mother, was rubbing her bare cunt on Jenny's back and neck while John got his cock sucked. She knew because they talked openly about what they were doing: she, about how smooth, soft, and sexy Jenny's skin was and how the back of her neck was perfect to rub off on; he, telling what a great cock sucker their daughter was and how good she'd look with a big nigger dick in her mouth. That they were going to rape the fuck out of their daughter after the phone call was obvious. Giving the order made incestuous rape the Lord's work.

Heather was dying to get in the middle of that relationship but not while wearing a chastity girdle.

In fact, having toys like the Goldsteins while having her good parts under lock and key was in no way appealing. Avoiding the girdle became a high priority, and she let her father know in no uncertain terms that she would not tolerate a chastity device of any kind, and if one were put on her, she would call 911 if she had to if that's what it took to get it off.

He assured her that she would never be put in a chastity device, that the threat alone would make her mother think of something else. Heather was sure it would.

She relaxed, confident that her parents would hold a meeting with Sarah, put their heads together, and arrive at a solution that would keep their toy from dialing 911. How they accomplished that was their problem. She had her own toys to control, and getting in the middle of a group of born-again holy rollers who lived outside the county was her goal and challenge. She needed free time and freedom of movement before she could even begin formulating a plan.

That's when it hit her-church.

Of course, how better to get in the middle of a bunch of born-agains than to let them save you and join their church. It was perfect.

She'd been born-again three times already, and her parents had always let her go to church. She knew the routine and knew the rap. Perfect.

"Daddy, there's something else.

I want to go to church with Harold's grandparents. They live in Denton and they invited me to stay over on Saturday nights. They'll bring me back on Sunday night. Mom probably won't like it, but I want that. I want Jesus back in my life, now more than ever, and Harold's grandparents are so sweet and nice, so loving and giving. I want to spend that time with them each week and some Wednesday evenings. Make Mom understand, please."

This threw him. The three born-again phases had put their home life and their routines in turmoil and put a huge crimp in Sue's activities. She hated those times when her daughter thumped bibles and would cover her eyes on entering the house and hearing strangers or sucky fuck noises. Heather knew her mother would be difficult. Jack knew it too.

He thought for a while, then said, "Heather, your mother will pitch a bitch about this."

"I know, that's why I want you to handle it. I swear, this time, I won't preach or be a prude.

Daddy, tell her that if she allows me this time with Cora and John, Harold's grandparents, she can molest me all she wants and I won't ever complain or refuse to do anything. I'll be like a sex slave. That's what she really wants, a sexy little girl sex slave."

"And that would be okay with you and Jesus?"

"Sure. Mom can have my body; Jesus can have my soul."

"Where would that put us, you and me?"

Heather climbed on top and straddled his waist, bringing her nose to his while rubbing her wet cunt on his lower abdomen as she said, "It puts us in bed together doing nasty things if you're a good boy. Remember, I'm her sex slave.

I fuck who or what she tells me to fuck."

"And that's okay with Jesus?"

"It's in the Ten Commandments, silly. Honor and obey thy father and mother.

He'd be pissed if I didn't."

"It says father and mother."

"That's right. Fight over me if you want, but I'll obey both of you. I have to.

You guys will have to decide who gives the orders. I think Mom will win. I don't know, though. You can get your own pussy, now. You have Dawn; besides, you can rape me at will. She can't say or do anything about it if she's molesting me, too. You just need pictures. That shouldn't be hard to get. She loves taking pictures. Just look around. She took twenty just… uh, never mind. I shouldn't be ratting on her."

"So, she has molested you before, has she?"