Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Jerry isn't going to die, he's going to go through a rough period of adjustment. Whores and porn stars have husbands who love them and accept what they do. They have kids, too, families made up of bastards. Jerry will eventually accept what you do and what you are. And you want to see Heather suffer a lot. Quit blowing this out of proportion."

"This child molestation fantasy is coming at a very high cost, I hope you know.

Look, I want some concessions made regarding what can be done to Heather without my having to worry about getting my butt whipped. If I can't get that, then I'm sorry, but I can't go through with this. You're asking too much."

Sue said to Jack, "I know what she wants. Can we agree to some slight wounding as long as it doesn't take Heather out of action? Hell, if you fuck a sore pussy on that girl and it hurts, she'll love it more."

"Sue, you can't fuck a pussy with open wounds without risking infection. Any infection can lead to serious complications. Serious complications will bring in the authorities. No deal."

"He's right, Sarah. A blister can pop and cause all kinds of trouble in a place like that. We can try it using lots of KY Jelly. It might not raise a blister as wet as she gets anyway. Jack, what about her tits and ass? There should be no problem with blisters there, right?"

"Sue, are you going to be snubbing cigarettes out on Heather?"

"Don't ask, Jack. You don't really want to know, trust me."

"Fuck! You're a sick bitch, Sarah, gorgeous but sick. [Sarah hung her head and looked down] All right, I'll tolerate a few at a time, but I don't want to see her blistered up and scarred… No. Hold everything. We're forgetting one thing. She has this church thing going. Blisters are out. Any lasting signs of hard physical abuse are out. Case closed. Now what? Do we start over?"

Sarah slapped the mattress and said, "Shit, this is ridiculous. If you can't even whip her good for me, what's the point! What are you going to do, spank her fanny? Big fucking deal."

Sue said, "Now wait a minute, Sarah. So you don't get exactly what you want.

It's the suffering you mainly want to see. I can make her suffer without doing any injury. A wide, soft-leather belt that's wet can hurt more than a thin one though it doesn't cut. As far as burning goes, if you cool the area to be burned by rubbing ice on it, a hot knife blade or melted wax will feel like hot embers to her. She'll suffer the same, maybe worse, and there's a whole shitload of stuff you can do with sterile needles."

"Really!"

"Yes, really. I'll get in touch with the people who know about these things.

There's lots of ways the pros inflict terrible pain while producing no lasting injury.

I just don't know enough about the subject. We can make her suffer to your satisfaction. Once I know what I'm doing, I'm sure I can make her pass out from the pain. You can't get suffering beyond that no matter what you do."

Sarah said, "If you can do that, I'll be content. You're right. It's the suffering I want to see. I don't care how it's done. I just want it to hurt really really bad. Would you really hurt Heather so bad that she passes out?"

Sue smiled, stood, and stood over Sarah, tilting up her chin to look into her titillated big blues to say, "Sweetheart, for you, I'll do that and revive her with smelling salts or ice water so I can do it again and again until you're satisfied. However long that takes, I'll make my little bitch suffer for you.

Don't I always give you exactly what you want?"

Sarah smiled warmly. They kissed, and Sue returned to her seat. Sarah, all better now, turned to Jack and said, "All right, Jack. I'll take that job and I'll fuck Jerry over for you. Are there any other orders I need to know about?"

"There is one for tonight.

I want you to put on your uniform and go to an address I'll give you. There, you'll find an attractive young couple, my secretary and her young stud husband, Rodney. Fuck him. He needs fucking.

Just tell them that I sent you. Take Jerry with you. Show him how it's going to be from now on, but tell him he can fuck Dawn whenever he wants pussy. Likewise for Rodney. He gets his pussy from you. Invite them to move in with you and Jerry, rent free.

You will all share one big bed in a Bob and Carol, Ted and Alice arrangement."

"Come on, Jack, suppose we hate each other. Can I at least wait to see how we get along before moving them into our home? I mean, be reasonable, please."

"Don't worry, you're going to love both of them and Rodney will shit his pants when he sees his all-time favorite Dallas Cowboys cheerleader in the flesh on his doorstep. He has a huge poster of you in a frame over their bed so that he can look at you while fucking his wife, and the kid is a well-hung, hard-bodied, blonde-haired, blue-eyed stud-a good looking, fun-loving, frisky little pup. Dawn is a living doll. She adores you, too. They are both members of your fan club, wonderful kids, full of life, love, and sexual energy.

Everything sexual excites them. They are a delight to be with and I want them across the street. You'll get along, trust me."

Sarah smiled big and said, "God, I can't wait to meet them. I love it already.

Now we're talking.

Anything else? I'm up for anything, now."

"Not off the top of my head, but I reserve the right to ad-lib as we go along.

The way I see it, if you're getting what you want, you'll take it."

Sue said, "Same goes for you, hot shot. Heather's ass is mine when she's not with you? Remember, she's my bitch. What money I make with my bitch is all mine. I want the name of that club owner. I want to strike my own deal."

"Go ahead. I doubt he'd touch a minor, but he could use you. Be my guest. You three sluts would make a great team. I'm talking you, Sarah, and Dawn-the Dallas Cowbitches."

Sarah launched herself from the bed and stood excitedly over Sue, now, bobbing up and down, saying, "This is great, Sue! I can teach you guys the routines. We can each get dogs and make costumes for them, teach them a few steps, and work them into our dance routines. Oh God! I'm getting a brainstorm!"

Sue mocked, "Don't hurt yourself."

"No, listen. As a finale, we could all three get down on our hands and knees as though forming the base of a pyramid. Our dogs can mount us and fuck us. The crowd will love it!"

Sue mockingly said, "What a brainstorm, Sarah. We can even get chin straps for their cowboy hats so they don't fall off while they're fucking us."

"Yeah, good idea."

Sue rolled her eyes then looked to smiling Jack to say, "I guess we're all set.

Shall we tell Heather now or wait until after school tomorrow?"

Sarah said, "I have a hot date with a big fan and it's getting late. I've got to do something with my hair. They'd never recognize me with this mop. I need a shower, a shave, and a good douche. I look and smell like a bitch. [Scratching her scalp vigorously] I even have fleas in my hair and they're driving me crazy."

Sue mocked, "Don't worry, they'll eventually climb into your head through your ears and die of starvation."

Sarah made the face she makes whenever Sue makes a dumb blonde joke, then, still scratching, looked to Jack to say, "What is that address, Jack?"

"515 Greenwood, apartment 313, in Plano. Ask for Dawn. Tell her I sent you. Be prepared to revive whoever answers the door."

"I am so fucking excited and horny. All right. Here goes nothing. Sorry, Jerry.

So long, doggie."

After Sarah left the house, Sue said, "Sometimes, that dumb bunny embarrasses me."

"I think she's adorable. I see what you mean. Tickling that girl can become addictive."

"It is, Jack. I get a bigger charge out of tickling her than from anything I can do to myself.

She looks great and talks great. It's only when she tries to think that I feel like slapping her."