Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Leave Heather alone." John nodded his support.

Sue looked to Sarah. Sarah shrugged. Her parents wanted to stay out of it. Sue looked around the room, seeing support for Heather and Jack and none for her, so she shrugged and said, "Fine. Be that way, but I put spice in your miserable, boring lives. I don't need you, any of you. If you don't want spice, enjoy your bland, dull, boring-assed existence. I do know where the door is, and I'll go through it and never look back. Other people like spice in their diet. Doors will always open to me.

I don't need any of you."

This put a pall over the assembled adults and caused the child to think harder.

They looked from one to the other, mulling the truth in her words. She was, without doubt, the spice-an entire spice rack. Like well-fed diners after a feast, it was easy to pledge to a diet, but they all seemed to know, hunger would soon set in and upset their resolve. They looked worried.

Heather had time to absorb the shocking news and realized that she really wasn't bothered by the fact that her daddy wasn't her biological father. He was and always would be her daddy, and she wanted an open sexual relationship with him.

Her mother would never remain and permit that. Now, Heather was as worried as the others.

After a long moment to ponder her rash action, Heather meekly said, "Mom, I don't want you to go. I don't want to be left alone. I'm willing to be the daughter you want me to be. It just took me a while to get over the shock."

Sue took solace from all the worried, unsure looks she was seeing, and Heather's backpedaling strengthened her hand greatly. She sat up with folded arms and said, "I want a bitch slut that'll do as she's told when she's told without question."

"I know. I'll be that way. I promise."

"Good, then tell your big brother to butt out."

Heather looked to her daddy and said, "Butt out, Jack. This is my life."

Jack said, "Fine, I'll butt out, but I am still your father. If you start calling me Jack, I'll leave." He looked to his overconfident spouse and added,

"And you respect the father/daughter relationship we have or I'll personally show you the door. Don't you ever refer to me as her big brother ever again."

"Touchy, aren't we?"

"Very. And another thing, have fun, but you keep it within the bounds we discussed. Nothing has changed. Heather is my daughter and I will never surrender her to you to do with as you please. Furthermore, she can say enough as often as she pleases, and you'd better back off when she's had enough."

"I would anyway. She knows that. I only give her what she wants and can handle.

I never force. That goes for all of you. You all got what you wanted when you were ready for it. I have never forced anything on anyone."

They all had to think about that. Ruth appeared on the verge of challenging that statement, but kept it to herself.

Sue won her point. The silence conceded it. The party was back on, and they were waiting on her to kick it off, now devouring the sexy sight of naked Heather, dripping sperm, looking fuckable in the extreme. The sexy little doll had every mouth drooling.

They wanted at her. They all wanted at her and Heather could feel their desire.

She looked around the room like a sheared lamb in a den of hungry wolves.

Sue let the tension and desire build, then said, "John, rape your daughter.

Ruth, assist. See that she gets a good taste of your pussy this time. Fuck the bitch."

Ruth stood and advanced on Heather with lust in her eyes. Heather backed away from the advance, but John grabbed her from behind and they sandwiched her.

Ruth took Heather by the hair and forced her to her back in the center of the living room. John knelt between her legs, pried them apart, and had no difficulty penetrating her this time, driving in to the balls in three hard lunges. Ruth straddled Heather's head and face-fucked her. They raped her very well.

Next, the Brewers were told it was their turn.

Sarah urged them on. They were self-conscious and Don had trouble getting it up, having spent twice in the space of thirty minutes, but Heather's soiled charms managed to put lead in his pencil.

They raped her well, too.

Next up were Jerry and Dawn. They tore into the soiled little slut and buffeted her between them. Sarah and Rodney were eager for their turn and took over immediately after Jerry and Dawn gave way. They took their time and had themselves a ball, sampling every hole. Sarah relieved herself in Heather's mouth while Rodney butt-fucked the kid.

Now, it was Sue and Jack's turn, and they followed Sarah and Rodney's example, doing everything in the molester's handbook. They left Heather well-fucked and gooey, bloated with their piss, sprawled on the floor on her back in a big puddle of fuck, while Sue went to fetch the pit bull.

Sue made sure the dog was hard and hanging before leading him out. No one except Sarah, Jack, and Heather expected a dog, so his entrance drew sucking intakes of breath. Heather, playing on the shock, struggled to her elbows as the pair advanced.

She made a concerned face and said, "Mom, you're not thinking of doing what I think you're thinking of doing, are you?"

Sue loved Heather's act and ad-lib improv. Her act had everyone sitting forward on the edges of their seats, eager to see if Sue would actually put that vulgar animal on her raped daughter. It certainly looked that way, and with Sue, this was a real possibility.

Sue led Spike to walk over Heather until he straddled her upper body on all fours, placing his bobbing cock right in her face as Sue said, "What do you think he's here for, Heather?"

The dog's cock was poking Heather near the mouth, trying to find the familiar hole. The audience was truly fascinated.

Sue said, "When I said I wanted a bitch daughter, did you think I wanted a moody girl that whined and complained all the time?"

Heather, looking up at her mother, shook her head and in doing so, wiped her lips over the dog's dick. Sue smiled and added, "I want a real bitch, Heather.

Open your mouth and let the dog fuck your pretty face. Make a bitch cunt out of your mouth and suck."

Heather slowly parted her lips and the cock entered.

The dog immediately began humping, and Heather sucked. Those who didn't have a good view, moved to where they did. Sue lifted Spike by the front paws so everyone had an excellent view of a girl's face getting fucked.

Heather gagged repeatedly. The angle was impossible to take down her throat, but her gagging suck job had every dick stand tall. Every pussy had a finger or three working in it.

It wasn't long before Heather began being sprayed by spewing dicks, coming in from every quarter. Sue planned to allow this face fuck to go on for several minutes as a warmup, but seeing how the guys were getting off on it, she waited until every cock added its offering.

When all were spent, Sue eased Spike back and told Heather to lift her bitch cunt and get fucked. Heather lifted and the dog found her pussy on its own. He fucked her deep, hard, and fast while Heather groaned and writhed under him.

The audience loved it. John Swenson filmed it. Ellen felt the cock/cunt connection.

Ruth held the dog's balls. Dawn sent a finger up Heather's ass.

Jan placed wet fingers in Heather's mouth. Dog sperm drenched the inside of the bitch's cunt.

They were all spent as Sue led Spike away. Again, Heather lay sprawled, panting, sticky and sweaty. All around her, spent adults tried to recover. Just when they thought they might get a breather, Sue led a furry horse out swinging a meaty truncheon under its belly.

Sue walked the dog right over the sprawled bitch and ordered, "Get your bitch cunt on this mutt's dick, slut!"

Stunned adults stopped trying to recover and crawled to the scene to watch as Heather raised her pussy and got impaled.