Randy Howard - Chained daughter

"Stand still!" she ordered. "Damn your useless ass!"

Sobbing against the pain in her scalp, Connie tried her best to obey. She heard a rattle and a slithering noise, and suddenly Rosie released her. Connie started to fall again, but a terrible pain shot across her scalp as her hair was cruelly yanked up.

"Owwwwwww!" Connie couldn't help screaming at the new pain. "Oh God! Please, don't! DON'T!"

The young girl was swinging free over the floor, her hair tied to something out of sight over her head. Unable to straighten her legs against the floor, she swung around until she could again see the girls tied to the row of mattresses. They stared at her without expression. The oldest was perhaps sixteen, the youngest no more than twelve. The latter girl hardly had tits at all, and just a brief scattering of hair across her pussy.

There was no bedding on the row of mattresses. They gleamed in the harsh light of the room, as though they were covered with plastic. Then Connie swung back again, and saw another bed in the corner of the room. It was a full bed, not just a mattress on the floor. Kingsized, it was covered with regular bedding. The blanket was folded to the foot of the bed, the sheet covered a teenaged boy to his knees.

The boy was staring at Connie with interest. He was stocky, dark-skinned. It was obvious, looking at the boy, to see that he was her son. His prick was as big as Roger Bradshaw's. It was hard. He rubbed it lightly. How old was he? At first Connie thought he was no older than her brother, Timothy. Then she decided he was at least as old as Roger.

She stared at the boy, begging for mercy. He laughed, and rubbed his cock. The foreskin was worked halfway back over the glans. The cockhead seemed almost white, the size of a quarter dollar, where it showed against the deep olive skin.

"She's a pretty one, mamacita," said the boy. "Can I fuck her now?"

Rosie grunted, standing behind Connie's back. Suddenly Connie was yanked farther into the air. Her legs straightened, the soles of her feet just touching the floor.

"Tomorrow you fuck her," said Rosie. "Tonight we have to hang her up. We have to season her pussy for the fucking she will be doing, Julio, my son."

Julio laughed again. "My cock will season her pussy, Mama. Please, let me fuck her now."

"Don't tease, Julio," said Rosie.

The woman came in sight again, surveying her handiwork. Connie closed her eyes. The girl realized the situation was hopeless. Her father had really sold her to these terrible people!

She didn't see Rosie go to a rack of whips against the wall. The woman selected one, testing the hang of the short strand of leather. The strand was braided, tipped with a hard knot. Rosie brought it back, moving behind Connie again. The girl heard the soft sound her naked feet made against the hard floor.

Rosie licked her tongue across her lips as she took the measure of Connie's naked ass. The whip came back, the muscles in her arm rippling with strength. Julio sat up, moving to the edge of the bed. The boy leaned forward with his hands on the edge of the mattress. His eyes gleamed with cruel excitement as he watched his mother get ready to whip the helpless girl.

The whip snapped. "Owwwwww!"

Connie screamed as the leather knot cut across her already bruised asscheeks. Fire burned through the old marks of her father's beating. Her body jerked in a sudden spasm and she bit her tongue until she tasted blood.

"Oh my God!" cried Connie. "Please! Owwwww!"

Connie screamed again as the whip cracked a second time. Rosie painted several more stripes across the wounded ass, then moved the braided leather lower, working it cruelly across the girl's thighs. The woman's tongue came out of the corner of her mouth as she adjusted her stance. The whip came back again, cracked again, rapidly.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh no! Please Please ohhhhhh!"

Screams burst from Connie, and changed to gasps for breath as her throat became too raw to yell. Julio bounced with excitement on the edge of the bed. His cock was slammed against the ridged muscles of his belly as he encouraged his mother to redouble her efforts.

"Oh paint her ass, Mama!" cried the boy. "Whip her ass raw! Take the skin off her!"

Rosie laughed at Julio's obvious excitement. Her eyes rested on her son's throbbing prick. Julio grabbed his cock and began to jerk off. His mother didn't skip a beat as she continued to work the whip across the helpless teenaged prisoner's naked body. The leather braid moved up and down. It coiled now, about Connie's ankles, then came up again to paint sharp white stripes about her arms, which were suspended behind her back.

The sound of the whip's knotted tip was loud, coming fast enough to imitate a machine gun's rattle. The leather strap flew again and again. Rosie had found the rhythm now. She had to move no more than her wrist as she worked the leather whip across new targets on Connie's nakedness.

"Guh! Guh! Gahhhhhhh!"

Connie's voice was no more than a feeble croak. She was trying to beg for mercy, but it did not come. The girl swung around and around, trying to escape the fury of the woman as the whip cracked across her tits, then twisted around her belly when it came free again. Pain was in Connie's arms, in her shoulder joints, in her head. Tears scoured her cheeks as she cried uncontrollably.

"Oh, look at her titties jump, Mama!" cried Julio. "Whip her there again!"

Smiling, Rosie did as the boy asked, indulging her son's perverted sexual pleasures. The whip tip snapped again and again, catching Connie's nipples, snapping from one to the other. The girl felt as though red-hot knives had been driven deep into her helpless flesh each time the tip of the leather braid caught her again. Moaning, Connie's eyes closed and her head sagged forward. She was too weak from the beating to keep it erect any longer. Another dozen strokes fell quickly, and the girl fainted.

"Ahhhhhh!" Rosie sighed, wiping her mouth and flexing her shoulders as she dropped the whip to the floor. She studied the streaks of blood and frothy sweat across her victim. Connie moaned, coming out of her faint. The girl hurt so much she didn't realize the beating had stopped.

She heard Rosie's bare feet pad away. Then the light level was cut way down. A moment later Connie heard the creaking of the big bed. She opened her eyes again to see Rosie settling down beside the boy.

"Oh, Mama!" cried Julio. "I'm so horny!"

Julio caught his mother in his arms, kissing Rosie's mouth. Then the boy rubbed his face against the woman's big tits and sucked one nipple deep into his throat. Rosie dropped onto her backs sighing with pleasure. She patted her son's back.

"Oh, good boy!" said Rosie. "Suck Mama, Julio!"

Julio worked against his mother's nipple a moment longer. The bright lights in the ceiling were out, but enough light was left to show the girls tied to the mattresses. And Connie could clearly see the sexual activity of the woman and her son. The suspended girl's chin sagged against her breast. She was too tired to hold her head up straight. But from the corner of her eye she watched Julio.

"Please, Mama!" begged Julio again. "My cock is so hard! Please let me fuck the new whore!"

"Fuck Mama!" Rosie sighed again. "Stick your hard prick in Mama's cunt, Julio!"

She rubbed the boy's head gently. He protested.

"I fucked you already, Mama! Please, let me fuck her!"

"Mr. Hobart won't like it," said Rosie. "You know he wants the new slaves to hang all night, Julio."

"He won't be back," argued the boy. "He'll never know. Please, Mama! I promise, I'll hurt her some more when I fuck her! I'll make her scream!"

Rosie sighed again. "Devil! You could tease the devil into repenting."

"You'll let me fuck her!" cried the boy, happily. "Oh, thank you, Mama! I love you!"