Randy Howard - Chained daughter

The other tit was tied the same way, the globe white as the blood was forced out of the surface flesh. Her father continued to wrap the cord around Connie's body, around her hips and down to her thighs. There he paused to run it between her leg and up through the crack of her ass, drawing it tight around her hip. When the other leg was painfully tied in the same manner he grabbed her cunt mound in his fingers and wrapped the cord around it.

"Owwwwwww!" Connie couldn't help screaming now. "Oh, please! Don't! Don't!"

"Shut up, whore! Shut up!" he cried.

"Ohhhhh, God!" Connie sobbed. "God, help me!"

Her father tested the hold of the cord around her cuntal lips, decided it would stay put. He ran the cord through her legs again, and wrapped her thighs the same way he had wrapped her body. Cain worked quickly, and soon the girl was tied from shoulders to ankles. The cord cut off the circulation in her flesh, which soon tingled.

Timothy laughed. "She looks like she wants to kill us, Father!"

Cain nodded. "She's lucky I don't kill her, son. Give me your underpants."

The boy scooped up his shorts and shook them out, giving them to his father. Cain turned the briefs inside out, nodding in satisfaction when he saw a brown smear across the seat. The crotch was stained yellow. The boy hadn't changed his underwear for days, maybe a week.

"This will do," he said. "It's just what she needs!"

He bent over Connie and stuffed the dirty undershorts into her mouth. She gagged and tried to spit them out, but her father wrapped more of the cord around her head, binding the underwear in place. The sour taste of the cotton cloth gagged her completely. She could only moan, the sound muffled by Timothy's underpants pushing back against her throat.

"What are we gonna do to her now, Father?" asked the boy as Cain studied his handiwork.

"Something the bitch won't like!" said the man. "Something she'll never forget!"

Satisfied with the job he had done on Connie, Cain moved to the telephone. She stared as he dialed a number and then introduced himself when the instrument was answered.

"I have a package for you," he said, cryptically. "Yes, fourteen – fifteen in four months. Blonde, with generous tits. The price is still the same? Good. I'm reporting her now. I'll look for you at midnight."

His finger hit the bar, Cain smiled evilly at his daughter. Then he dialed Information and asked for the number of the sheriff's substation. He dialed that, and a moment later was speaking to a desk sergeant.

"Yes, Thomas Cain, 377 Mapletree Lane. My fourteen year old daughter ran away this afternoon. Will you send a man out, or shall I come down to the station?"

Connie listened in horror to his words as he described a false story of her running away. Cain spoke glibly, his words tinged with just the right amount of worry. The girl on the floor shook her head as she listened, Timothy doing his best to smother his laughter. Damn him! Connie wanted to kill the brat!

Cain hung up the phone, looked down at Connie again. "Well, Constance. It seems you are now just a statistic. If you make it to the city, the chances are one in three Timothy and I will never see you again."

Timothy exploded in laughter, doubling over to pound his fists against his thighs. "Oh, Father! What are we going to do with her?"

"We're going to sell her," said Cain, smiling. "I don't know what they call it today. When I was your age, son, it was white slavery. A very nice man is coming at midnight to give us five hundred dollars. He'll take the whore with him when he leaves. I believe he takes them to Mexico, or someplace as exotic."

Connie shook her head from side to side, gagging at her brother's smelly underpants. She could taste his shit against her tongue, but she couldn't get sick. The shorts kept her from throwing up.

"Grab her feet, Timothy."

Cain bent over Connie, grabbing her arms as he gave the order to the boy. Together, they manhandled her upstairs and into her bedroom, where they dropped her on the floor.

"Jeepers, she's heavy, Father," said the boy.

"The man who's buying her will work the fat off her ass," said Cain. "Let's throw her in the closet, just in case someone comes visiting."

It was the work of a minute to do just that, Cain pushing Connie's clothes out of the way to dump her in the back of the closet. She landed on several pair of shoes, wriggling around in a futile attempt to find a more comfortable position. Her father and brother looked at her a final time, and closed the door.

Trapped in darkness, Connie sobbed hysterically. The tears flowed down her cheeks as pain stabbed in everyplace. Her cunt seemed to be on fire and her tits felt as though the cord was cutting them off. They couldn't mean to leave her here for eight hours or more!

But leave her in the closet was exactly what her father meant to do. Connie fought the cords until it was clear, struggling only made them dig in farther, hurting her even more. At last her eyes ran dry and she concentrated on suffereing, watching the crack of light at the bottom of the closet door. Time dragged slowly, but eventually the light faded, went out. What time was it?

After an eternity of torture, Connie managed to drift asleep. From time to time she heard noises in other parts of the house as her father or Timothy moved about. At supper time she caught the smell of food cooking, and began to chew on the dirty undershorts again in her hunger. The taste of the cloth was sweetly-sour, but she tried to bite chunks of it free.

Connie was sleeping again when the closet door suddenly opened, the light from the room flooding in. She blinked as her father caught her ankles, dragging her out. Where was the man who was taking her away? She looked about, but saw only her brother in his pajamas.

Cain cut the cord holding the gag and pulled it out of her mouth. Connie spat, and spat again, dragging her tongue across her teeth in a futile effort to scrape away the taste. Now she saw Timothy bring his hard cock out of his fly.

"It's your brother's bedtime," said her father. "But I promised him he could have his cock sucked once more before I sell you."

Timothy didn't bother pulling down his pajama bottoms. He fell against Connie's face, stabbing his prick into her mouth. It seemed even harder than before, as though the excitement of seeing her bound and a prisoner had raised his lust to a new level. Before Connie could twist her face away the boy stabbed his cock through her lips and across the roof of her mouth.

"Suck me, Connie!" he cried, happily. "Suck me good!"

Connie lay flat on the floor, Timothy's feet kicking into her stomach and his knees pressing into her cruelly bound tits. The boy thrust his prick as hard as he could, banging his pelvis against her chin. His balls slammed down against her, slapping loudly each time he bottomed out.

"Oh, suck!" cried the boy. "Suck! Suck My cock!"

Her teeth jarred with the force of his blows. Connie tried to writhe away, but she was trapped, helpless. She could only take his cock, which seemed bigger now than it had this afternoon. The sour-tasting head worked against the back of her mouth, stabbing again and again.

"Oh, darn! Father! Father, I'm coming!"

Timothy groaned as he felt his balls expand, ready to explode his seed into his sister's throat. The boy slowed his fucking pace, but it was too late. His cum erupted, slammed out, coursed into Connie's raw throat. Acrid though it tasted, it at least soothed the dry soreness there.

Timothy fell away, onto his back. His feet were still across Connie's tits as he sighed, rubbing his cock.

"Oh, please!" cried Connie. "Please, Daddy! Water! I'm thirsty!"

Cain glared hatred at his daughter. He rubbed his mouth, and Connie was afraid he was going to refuse her request. Then Timothy giggled.