Randy Howard - Chained daughter

"How you like that, you little bitch?" asked Hobart.

"Oh, please!" Connie's eyes closed.

"Please?" He laughed. "Okay, stupid! I will!"

He gathered her tit mass into his mouth again, then slowly came back up, his tongue slobbering, until just the nipple and areola was caught between his teeth. Hobart sucked on Connie a moment until the girl sighed with pleasure. Her hand came up and caught the back of his head. She ruffled his red hair as he sucked the nipple into full erection. His tongue rubbed the puckered surface, the rough organ teasing until she felt a stab of lust in her belly.

"Oh, yes! YES!" Her ass trembled and rose into the air, trying to fuck against a cock that wasn't there. "Oh, God! Suck me! Suck my tit!"

For a moment it seemed as though Hobart was trying to give the girl pleasure. His hand came up to slide across her sweaty belly. She writhed beneath him as his fingers moved down against her sopping cunt. One finger and then another stabbed into her slit, moving deep. The fingernails tore across the yielding flesh around her clit. The stimulation was more than the girl could bear. Her belly sucked against his fingers, trying to drag his hand deeper into her cunt. Her ass stabbed against him.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, yes! Yes! Do it! Do it to me! Please!"

Chuckling, Hobart worked a third finger into the young girl's cunt. He stabbed his hand against her body, forcing her ass to rise against him. His hand was bent double at the wrist as he worked his way into Connie's cunt.

"God!" Connie sobbed with pleasure, not pain. "Ohhhhh, yes! Oh, fuck… fuh-fuck! Fuck me!"

Her nipple was fully erect and throbbing as his teeth nibbled gently against the young flesh. His mouth pursed against the nipple, drawing back just until it was caught. His hand worked fiercely, the other one sliding up beneath Connie's shoulder until his fingers twisted into her hair. Connie trembled with lust. She was burning up with the need for his cock.

"God! God! Fuh-fuh-fuck meeeeee!" cried Connie.

"Stupid bitch!" he said, softly, against her tit. "Stupid fucking cunt! Take this!"

His teeth bit down against the base of Connie's throbbing lust-burning nipple. He sawed against it with all of his strength, as though trying to bite it off. At the same time his left hand yanked cruelly into the girl's hair, as though he would pull it out by the roots. And his other hand doubled into a fist against her cunt, slamming down.

"Owwwwww!" Connie screamed as pain stabbed from three directions. "Oh, God! God! You… you're biting it off! Off!"

The man's teeth sawed against the nipple again. Connie bucked against him. Her back arched, and she felt new pain there as he used his full strength in an effort to bend her in half, fold her the wrong way. Now there were four sources of pain as his fist worked through her outer cunt lips and his fingers opened wide inside her body. All five of his fingers stabbed through her yielding cunt walls. His rough fingernails tore through the sensations of pleasure.

"Jesussss Christ!" screamed Connie. "No! No! Nooooo!"

Suddenly Hobart released the girl. She continued to sob even when free. Her head felt as though her scalp had been torn loose while her cunt felt as though he had pounded her with a baseball bat.

"Turn over, bitch!" said Hobart, roughly.

His foot kicked Connie's shoulder, bruising it. But the hurt was almost unnoticeable in her other catalogue of pains. He prodded the girl again, turning her over with his naked foot. She felt soft velvet fabric of a cushion push into her face as the man grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. Then cold steel clattered as she was shackled, the jaws of the cuffs digging cruelly into her already tortured flesh.

"Oh!" Her eyes flew open and she twisted around to look up at him. "Oh, please! Don't!"

His foot slammed against her upper arm, raising a new bruise. "Shut up, cunt! You speak when you're fucking told to speak!"

Hobart bent, stood again with leg shackles. Before Connie realized what he was doing he caught her ankle, forced it high into the air. New pain stabbed through her cunt as he twisted her foot as though trying to split her like a wishbone. Then the steel bracelet dug too deep into her soft young flesh and he turned Connie onto her back, dropping to his knee to lock the other ankle cuff in place.

"Ow! It hurts!" Connie gasped.

"Good!" He laughed. "It's supposed to hurt, bitch!"

Connie's hands were forced back against themselves beneath her back. The girl tried to twist free, but each movement sent new pain stabbing. She closed her eyes and sucked in breath. She didn't see Hobart scratch his balls as he studied her a moment. Then he bent and grabbed her by the head hair, dragging her from the pile of cushions and across the hard floor.

Connie's eyes flew open with the new pain. She swallowed a new plea for mercy as her shackled arms twisted painfully beneath her back when Hobart dragged her across the floor. The girl understood that begging would only make things worse. Hobart reached a door and paused, gasping for breath but not releasing the girl. The door opened and he dragged her into another room, letting her fall. Her head cracked against the hard floor and she saw stars again.

"A new cunt for you, Rosie!" said Hobart.

Bright lights lined the ceiling, haloed by the tears in Connie's eyes. She tried to turn her head to look around, and Hobart casually kicked her with his heel. Then he stepped onto her tits, putting his full weight on her for a second while soft footsteps approached.

"She's filthy!" said a woman. A toe prodded Connie's head, turning it around. "Why the fuck don't you ever bring them to me clean, you bastard?"

Hobart laughed. "That's what I pay you for, Rosie. Wash her up, and paint her ass a bit. Tomorrow she can start learning how to be a slave."

Connie rolled her eyes, trying to see the woman. But all she got was the impression of long legs above her head and a thick black pubic bush. There was the swell of mountainous tits, but they were too far above Connie to be made out clearly.

She looked back at Hobart. The redhaired man's cock was still hard, bobbing up and down between his legs each time he took a breath. He stared down at the shackled girl beneath his feet, and lifted his leg. His foot came down against Connie's tit, rolling it. The nipple burned against his weight and she sucked in breath. Dear God! Connie winced. What was the matter with her? She felt as though every inch of her body was one massive bruise, but she wanted his cock!

The girl's face burned with shame as Hobart turned away and went back through the door. She rolled her head, trying to get a look at the room. Then the woman bent and grabbed her hair as the man had done, dragging her across the floor. Her ass bumped over a tile ledge, the porcelain cold beneath her when Rosie dropped her. Then cold water slammed down against Connie's body and into her face.

"Oh!" She gasped, turning her face as the water thundered across her mouth and into her nostrils. The stream rapidly grew warmer and then almost too hot. Then a new stream joined the first as Rosie took a hose and turned the nozzle to spray. She played it up and down the girl's body, washing away the surface grime. Then she dragged Connie out of the main blast of water, which cut off.

"Oh!" Connie sighed as Rosie bent over her with a sponge. She was a handsome woman, somewhere between 25 and 45, with dark flashing eyes and black hair caught up over her forehead. Her complexion was dark. The Spanish-Indian heritage was clear as she washed Connie's body with soap, digging her fingers between the girl's thighs.

"Ohhhhh!" Connie sighed again as Rosie's fingers dug into her cunt. The woman grinned.

"You like that, eh?" Rosie patted Connie's ass. "You like playing with your cunt?"