Randy Howard - Chained daughter

Man and boy were doing their best to oblige her. She felt their cocks throbbing, swelling. They were coming closer to explosion. Connie was already slamming through machine-gun quick orgasms. She clutched at Julio, digging her nails into his sides. The boy didn't feel the pain as he stared without seeing, driving his cock deeper and deeper.

"Oh, yeah!" cried Hobart. "Cuh-coming! Coming!"

Julio heard the warning, found an extra reserve of strength. He redoubled his fucking efforts. The two pounded against Connie's body until they reached explosion and poured their cum deep into her eager, hungry cunt and ass. Even when they were dry in the balls, they fucked against her, slowing at last to collapse.

"Jesus!" Hobart buried his face against Connie's hair. "Christ, you're hot! I'm gonna make a fortune with you, bitch! A fucking fortune!"

A month passed, the marks of her father's beating and Rosie's whipping slowly fading from Connie's body. During that time her training continued. Before the first week was over she had been through every bondage device. She grew used to the massive artificial cock on the gym horse drilling into her guts. And she grew used to Hobart and Julio facing her on the horse, leaning back so she could suck their real cocks all the way into her throat.

Every few days one of the girls disappeared, never to be seen again. But there were always replacements. There was no chance for the girls to become friends, to share more than a whispered conversation while strapped to the bed at night. But the time came at last when Rosie pronounced Connie ready for graduation.

Julio seemed disappointed as Hobart shackled the girl's wrists and ankles and threw Connie over his shoulders. She could see the boy watching until the door closed after them. She was taken to the same van, thrown into the back and covered with the same rugs.

The ride lasted a long time. But at last it came to an end. It was night outside when Hobart carried her into a new building. Connie heard voices, both male and female. But she saw nothing but the floor as he carried her into a room furnished only with a single large bed. He dumped her in the middle of the mattress.

"You're home, bitch," said Hobart. He grinned at Connie's look of fear. "Pretty soon a man will come in to use your pretty body. You'll do everything he wants, of course." He laughed. "Every Goddamn thing!" Connie was dumped on her stomach. Sobbing, she closed her eyes, wondering what new horror waited. Long minutes passed, and she was near sleep when at last the door opened, softly. She turned her face and saw a naked man. His body was heavily furred with white hair, but he was attractive.

"Hello, Connie," he said, softly. He came to the edge of the bed and studied her carefully. "We're going to have a good time, aren't we?"

"Yessir," she said, swallowing a sob. He didn't look so terrible. And a moment later she heard a click as he released her shackles.

"Stretch out on your back," he ordered.

Connie obeyed his orders, grateful to be released. But the gratitude turned to new fear as he caught her wrists, shackled her again. Soon she was spreadeagled, unable to move even a muscle.

"You want me to fuck you, Connie?" he asked, still speaking softly. She nodded, and anger came across his face. He roared at her. "Bitch! Whore! Just like all the others! But you'll learn! You'll pay!"

He turned away, and Connie shuddered. Then he turned back, and she saw the cruel whip in his hand. Unlike the braided strap Rosie had used on her, metal gleamed from the tip as he raised it over his shoulder.

"Bitch!" he cried again. The whip snapped. "You will pay! I promise you that!"

Connie fought her shackles as the whip cracked against her tit. The girl writhed on the bed as the beating started in earnest. She wanted to escape! This was madness! But her cunt was aching with a need for his cruel cock! As the whip cracked again and again she knew she faced her future. Her tortured future!