Randy Howard - Chained daughter

The belt fell to Cain's side.

The man wiped his forehead, his chest heaving violently against his shirt. The top button of his trousers had worked open under the fury of his vengeful blows. Connie stared at her father dully. She saw his zipper come open without being touched, forced down by a growing pressure behind it. Cain stared at Connie, licking his lips as his trousers peeled away. They came open, gaping, to reveal his hard cock. It strained the fabric of his jockey shorts.

Connie tried to speak. "Daddy…"

"Shut up, brat!" roared her father. "You'll speak when I tell you to open your mouth!"

Cain wiped his mouth and licked his lips. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. His other hand opened slowly, the belt falling to the sand as his fingers moved to his belly. He became aware of his open fly and glanced down, studying himself. His cock stood completely hard, pushing the elastic of the undershorts out against his shirt tail.

"No!" Connie read his intention in his eyes. "No, Daddy! You can't!"

Connie fell away as her father moved closer to her and tripped over the edge of the blanket. She sat down, hard, the belt stripes across her belly jarred into hurting again. Tears streamed down the girl's face as she watched her father peel his trousers down his legs and step out of them.

"Daddy!" she cried, in fright.

"Shut up, whore!" ordered her father. "You want to fornicate, you shall do it! Look at me!"

He roared the last command as Connie tried to turn her face away from him. His thumbs caught the waistband of his briefs and quickly worked them down. He kicked them off and nine inches of thick cock sprang down from his belly. The weight of the huge prick carried it almost straight out from his groin, even though it was throbbing hard.

"Look at me!" he cried. "Do you like what you see?"

Cain's hands were on his hips, his cock bobbing up and down with each of his words. The great plum-colored glans was circumcised. It seemed to expand with a life of its own. The cockhead was shaped like a shovel or a scoop. The immense hole in the center of the cock stared down at the girl like a third eye. Clear liquid welled in the opening, gathering in a drop that threatened to break loose.

"Do you like it?" he demanded.

Connie shook her head. "N-no!"

"Liar!" he roared. "Lewd and lustful woman!"

Cain stepped closer and reached down to grab Connie's wrist, twisting her hand back against her arm. The girl was forced to stand up. Cain slammed his daughter against his belly. His burning cock was trapped between their bodies. It pushed up against the bottom of the girl's tits.

"You do like it!" he cried. "Tell the truth, whore!"

"Ye-yes!" Connie sobbed. "Yes, Daddy!"

"Then you shall have it!" he said.

Timothy laughed out loud as his father kicked Connie's legs apart, pushing her back. She clutched at him for support, but landed hard on her ass, falling flat on her back. The breath was knocked from her lungs. Before she recovered he fell against her.

"No!" she begged. "Oof! Daddy, you're hurting me!"

"Call me not that name, whore!" he cried. "Speak to me not! I… know you… not!"

The great cock seemed twice as thick as Roger's. And it felt twice as heavy as Cain slammed the cockhead against the entrance to his daughter's cunt. Connie sucked in breath as her father twisted against her, forcing his way through her tightly clenched cunt lips and muscles. Her eyes burned. Connie was afraid to close them or even to blink as she stared up at his hate-filled face. He forced her hands over her head, his feet trapping her ankles.

"Please!" she begged. "You're hurting me! Please!"

"Be still!" warned Cain: "Woman of shame!"

Connie continued to beg but he ignored her pleadings. Cain thrust at her cunt again, working his cockhead through the pudenda to press open the inner ring. He glared without seeing as he concentrated on prying his daughter's body open. The man forced his huge cock deeper, thrusting suddenly when he felt a momentary relaxation of her resistance. Connie tried to gather strength to repel the invader.

"Bitch!" he cried. "Daughter of Hell!"

Cain thrust again and the head of his burning cock broke through. Connie arched her back against her father, impaling herself further on his throbbing prick. He roared with satisfaction as he felt her wet walls move against his cock, lubricating the dry shaft.

"You have it, whore!" he cried. "You have it."

"Oh, God!" Connie sobbed. "No!"

Cain's massive fingers slapped her cheek, slamming Connie's head against the soft sand. Connie saw stars from the slap and heard ringing in her ears. Her head ached from the cruel blow.

"You say not that name, whore!" he ordered.

As he chastised his daughter, Cain's cock thrust again. It pushed up through Connie's yielding passage. The erection bent her clit backwards painfully, his cock completely filling her body. Her cunt walls writhed against the swollen shape of his cockhead. The sensations stabbed fire deep into her gut as he worked deeper and deeper. Now he had pushed more than half of his outrageous prick into her body.

"Owwwwwww! Hurts!" she cried. "It hurts!"

Connie moaned as her father's hips began a slow rotation, drilling his cock ever deeper into her body. The pressure never eased. He never relented as he thrust his cock with all of his strength, trying to split her in half. Connie sobbed… and then sighed with the sensations burning through her guts. She gasped for breath as her legs drew back, her feet rising against his calves. She drew them up to wrap around his thighs. Her hands moved over his back, wrinkling his shirt against the swell of her tits.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh oh ohhhhh! Ahhhhhhh."

Cain sucked in breath as he felt the tremendous pressure his daughter's cunt was bringing to bear against the throbbing head of his cock. His eyes glazed with lust. He stared without seeing as he pushed ever deeper into her hungry pussy. He was oblivious to everything else around him, conscious only of the wonderful milking of his cock.

"Daddy! Oh, yes! Yes!"

"Oh, dear God!" roared Cain. "Dear God!"

He yelled as his cock worked into Connie's cunt. Then he felt a momentary obstruction deep in her body, slowing his penetration. But Connie's cunt lips were crawling up his cock, trying to drag her father ever deeper into her hot hole. Her hands reached down to rake his ass, and up beneath his shirt to raise welts across his back. He was unaware of the stabbing pain as he hesitated a moment. Then he thrust again, stabbing his cock all of the way into her cunt.

"Owwwwwww!" cried the girl. "Jesus Christ in heaven!"

Connie screamed, and thrust back against her father as his cock penetrated her completely. His balls were trapped between her clutching thighs, the pressure sending stabs of pain through him. He grunted and began a slow, automatic withdrawal, her cunt walls clinging desperately to his cock as it came back out.

"Oh, don't!" cried Connie. "Don't pull out!"

"Bitch!" Cain gasped for breath. "Whore! Evil woman!"

He roared the curses with one corner of his mind as his cock came back until it was trapped by the inner ring of her cunt muscles. Connie's pussy clutched him so violently the blood was forced up his cock, into the glans. It swelled alarmingly, like a balloon near to bursting.

"Don't pull out!" cried Connie.

Cain forgot where he was and who she was. He forgot everything except the wonderful sensations that coursed through his burning, painful erection. His arms stiffened and his hands went flat against the blanket as he held himself above his daughter's naked body. He looked down the length of his own body, past his shirt, to see his cockhead pushing her cunt into a perfect circle. He jerked his ass back a fraction of an inch and Connie's cunt sucked loudly and tried to turn inside out.