Randy Howard - Chained daughter

"Owwwwww!" Connie screamed again. "You're biting it off!"

"Naw!" Julio wiped his mouth, still holding to Connie's ass with his other hand. "I won't do that, whore. I'll just make you wish I had."

The boy moved back then, his cock falling wetly to trail slimy slick across Connie's thigh. Both girls moaned as he released them. Julio cupped his cock and balls, milking the last of his cum from his prick. It fell on the girl he had used for a footstool, a long viscuous thread of white. Then he kicked her.

"Get back to bed, whore!" he ordered. "What the fuck, you think this is a Goddamn vacation?"

Caught by her hair, Connie couldn't bring, her eyes down to see the other girl until she crawled away from her feet. Connie tried to flex her shoulders. Her shackled wrists were numb, her arms cold all the way to her shoulders. But the cruel teeth of the shackles dug painfully into the flesh of her wrists. And now her ankles ached, where Julio had forced their shackles to dig in when he separated Connie's thighs to slide his cock into her cunt.

Connie moaned with pain, her eyes closing. "Oh, God! Please, somebody help me!"

She didn't hear Julio return, but suddenly the boy's palm slapped across her cheek. This brought new pain to her scalp, but there was no way to escape. She opened her eyes again to see his cruel leer.

"Stupid whore!" said the boy. "Nobody's gonna help you. You might as well get used to the idea."

"Julio!" called Rosie. "Come to bed, son. You have to go to school tomorrow. You can torment the new whore when you come home tomorrow afternoon."

"Yes, Mama," answered Julio, dutifully. But he studied Connie a moment longer, rubbing his cock and balls, before padding back to the bed. Rosie caught her son and kissed him on the mouth as Julio slid in beside her. Then she took the boy into her arms, sighing as they settle down to sleep.

They left Connie still suspended from the ceiling. The girl saw that the other girl had been shackled to her bed again. Now that the activity had ceased, the other prisoners were trying to get some sleep.

Connie moaned softly. The pain in her arms and ankles and scalp was unbearable. But she was afraid to arouse the wrath of Rosie. This must be a nightmare! Her father could not really have sold her to these terrible people! But the hurting was not part of a dream. She was really here.

Sheer exhaustion finally let Connie drift into sleep. Even the sound of Rosie and Julio getting up didn't wake her. The lights came up bright, and suddenly rough fingers stabbed into her cunt. She came awake with a scream, waking to a true life nightmare.

"Owwwwwww! God, don't! Don't do that!" she cried.

"Good morning, whore." Hobart stood before her, ginning. The man worked his fingers in her cunt again, drawing another gasp of pain. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"Oh, please!" begged Connie. "I can't feel my hands!"

Hobart moved around her and slapped her ass.

The girl jumped. "You felt that, didn't you?" he asked.

"Yes! Owww!" Connie sobbed. "Please!"

She heard the noise of the steel jaws opening, and her arms fell lifeless to her sides. She tried to raise them, to study the damage done to her wrists. But her body wouldn't obey her commands. The shackles came off her feet as well. Rosie was there now, lowering her to the floor. Connie's knees sagged and she collapsed completely. As she went down she saw Julio, incongruously dressed in bright school clothes. The boy scooped up an armload of schoolbooks and came over to give his mother a kiss. He grinned at Connie.

"I'll see you this afternoon, whore," he said.

Connie saw his prick making a bulge in his pants. Her eyes closed again as Rosie bent over her, rubbing ointment into her wounded wrists and ankles. Her scalp still seemed to be on fire. The medication was cool, however, soothing as Rosie worked it into her flesh.

Somebody picked up her head, supported Connie's shoulders. She opened her eyes again, to see another of the naked girls holding a cup of water to her lips. Connie sucked eagerly at the cool liquid. It soothed her mouth and her throat. Then another girl was kicked in the ass by Hobart, sent stumbling to her knees. When she picked herself up she helped the first girl carry Connie over to the row of mattresses. "Take it easy," whispered the girl. She was a redhead, perhaps a year older than Connie. Her huge tits pushed against Connie's hip as she carried her. "It'll be okay, kid. The first day is always the worst."

They carefully lowered her to the mattress and helped her stretch out. Connie managed a weak, "Thank you," before her eyes closed again. The plastic covering on the mattress was sticky-sweaty from the girl who had been tied there during the night. But it felt like heaven to Connie's tortured body. She was falling back into sleep.

"Owwwwww! Please, Master! Spank my ass!"

Connie's eyes flew open at the sudden scream of pain. She turned her head. A skinny girl was tied across a padded sawhorse. Her ankles were bound to the legs on this side. Connie couldn't see her arms or her head, but they must be fastened the same way.

"Beg for it, bitch!" said Hobart, laughing. "Beg your master to whip you!"

"Yes, master!" It was the youngest girl of all. Her ass writhed against the sawhorse. A broad red stripe was painted across it. "Yes, please, master! Spank me! Spank me as hard as you can!"

Hobart held a large flat-backed wooden hair brush. He took measure of the girl's ass again, and cracked the brush across the unmarked buttock. Another scream of pain was cut off in mid throat as the child jerked against her bonds.

"Does that feel good, bitch?" asked the man.

"Oh oh oh oh!" The girl was sobbing, her asscheeks sliding against each other as she worked her legs against the ropes holding her down. "Oh yes, master! Do it again!"

"All right, bitch. I will!" he said.

The brush cracked again, and again. Hobart picked up a regular beat, painting the brush across the tender white flesh. Now both asscheeks were rapidly turning red. Connie could almost see the heat rising from them as the beating continued. Soon the girl was no longer able to call out. The steady crack of the hairbrush was the only sound in the room.

Connie tried to keep count of the number of strokes as the cruel man continued to beat the helpless young girl. His wrist snapped again and again, a beat every three seconds. The red spread down from the girl's ass, across her thighs. She sucked in breath in great gulping sobs.

"Shit!" Sighing, Hobart dropped the brush to the floor. It made an astonishingly loud clatter. He straightened and studied his handiwork. "Goddamn, that's pretty!"

His hand fell to the burning flesh of the girl's ass. He stroked her lightly, almost tenderly. Then he fell to his knees, pressing his face against the throbbing hot flesh. Connie heard another sigh, long and low, come from the girl. She could see Hobart's throat working as his tongue licked across the victim's ass crack.

"Oh, master!" The girl was still sobbing, but there was pleasure as well. "Oh, yes, master! Suck my asshole!"

Hobart stabbed his tongue against the brown ring of muscle. The girl wiggled against the sawhorse, trying to force her ass back against his face. She sighed again as the cooling organ was shaped into a rod and forced through the sphincter.

"Yes, master!" she cried. "Oh, yes! That feels so good!"

Connie tried to lift her head to watch them more closely, but lacked the strength to do more than turn her face toward them. The angle was right for her to see Hobart's hard cock pushing up against his belly. The man held the girl's ass in both hands as he slurped his tongue noisily through her channel. He worked his way down until he could drag his tongue across the sparse hair covering her pussy. Then he stabbed his tongue in there as well, using his thumbs to draw her cunt farther open.