Randy Howard - Chained daughter

"I gotta pee, Father," said the boy. "Want me to pee in her mouth? She can drink that!"

The man smiled. "Yes, son. Give her all she can drink."

Timothy scrambled up and turned over, stabbing his cock into Connie's mouth again. The boy lay against her face, his weight pushing her head down against the hard floor. For a minute nothing happened. Then Connie felt the first trickle of acrid piss run across her tongue, down into her throat. It was hot and sour.

"It's coming!" cried the boy. "I'm peeing in her mouth, Father!"

Cain laughed. "Drown the whore, son!"

The stream increased, grew heavier as Timothy released the valve closing his bladder. The piss coursed into Connie's mouth, the girl forced to swallow to prevent it from going down the wrong way. The boy gasped, pissing strongly into his sister's mouth, his asshole flexing open and shut.

"Oh, jeez!" Timothy pulled out. "That was fun, Father! Look, she drank it all!"

Connie's eyes were closed, her mouth gaping open. Suddenly Timothy felt pressure in his guts. The boy turned around, pulling down his pajama bottoms, pushing his ass toward her face. Connie felt the slight breeze of his ass as it came closer, and opened her eyes to see his brown asshole only inches from her face as the boy farted.

"Oh! Aggghhhhhhhhhhh!"

She gagged, turning away as Timothy released a second fart that, was almost as heavy as the first. Laughing, the boy plopped his ass down on Connie's face, looking up at his father.

"Should I take a shit, Father?"

"If you have to, son," said Cain.

"No!" Connie thrust her groin up into the air, trying to twist away from the boy. "Don't! You can't!"

"Shut up, whore!" cried Cain, slamming his foot against her shoulder. He pinned her down. "Do it, Timothy! Shit on the bitch – shit in her mouth!"

Timothy wiggled into position again, spreading his asscheeks and straining directly over Connie's mouth. But all he managed to produce was another small fart. Disappointed, he shook his head.

"I can't, Father. I'm sorry. Maybe you can do it to her."

"Oh, please!" Connie stared at the man, beseeching him for mercy. But there was none in him. He kicked at her shoulder again in obvious disappointment.

"I took a shit right after supper," said the man. "You're getting off easy, bitch! Stand aside, Timothy, so I can piss in her mouth."

The boy scurried out of the way while Cain brought his cock out of his trousers. It hung limp out of his fly. Connie remembered how good it felt in her cunt, but now it was fish-white and seemed horrible.

Cain strained, and the piss broke free, splashing into the tied girl's face. Connie tried to twist away, clamping her mouth shut, but he directed the spray against her nose. At last she had to open her mouth to breathe, and the stuff splashed in, quickly filling her throat and spilling over the corners of her lips.

The stream didn't last as long as it had on the beach. Soon he shook the last drops free and stuffed his cock back into his pants. Then he bent to replace the gag, tying it as tightly as before. Connie groaned as he caught her by the hair of her head and used that to drag her back into the closet. Then the light went out again, and she was once more in darkness.

At least there was moisture in her throat and mouth now, horrible though their piss tasted. And this time there were no shoes or other obstacles beneath her. Connie's legs and arms were numb with the cord cutting into her flesh, but she stretched out as well as she could and closed her eyes again. For a few minutes longer she heard her father and Timothy talking. Then the house was silent.

Connie fell asleep again, exhausted by her ordeal. It seemed only minutes before she heard heavy footsteps and the light flashed on. The closet door flew open and her father caught her hair again, dragging her out. Blinking, the girl stared in fright at the burly redheaded giant standing over her.

"There you are, Mr. Hobart. Good sound flesh." Cain rolled Connie over with his toe. "Nice tits and a cunt big enough to take any cock. I should know!"

"Doesn't look much like her pictures," said Hobart, his voice rumbling. "How do I know it's the same girl?"

"She needs a bath," admitted Cain. "Want me to clean her up for you?"

"No, that's all right. I'll take her like she is. We don't want them to get the idea things are going to be easy. She should be softened up."

Hobart laughed as he dug his wallet out of his hip pocket. Connie watched the man count out five hundred dollars into her father's hand, staring in horror. She hadn't really believed his threat, but he was doing it! He was selling her to this man!

"Five hundred. Thank you, Mr. Hobart. Shall I help you carry her down to your van?"

"Nah." Hobart bent and grabbed Connie by the hips. He lifted her easily and dropped her over his shoulder. Her tits were crushed against his massive shoulderblade. Hobart shifted her a bit, redistributing her weight and stabbed a finger up into her cunt, scraping his sharp nail across the sensitive lining.

Connie groaned, and Hobart laughed. He slapped her ass, hard, and she jumped. Then he shrugged his shoulders.

"She'll be frisky, once we get the ropes off her. Well, thank you, Mr. Cain. If ever you run across another one like her, we're always ready to buy."

He left the room, Connie bouncing on his shoulders as he went down the stairs. She lifted her head, managed to see her father's feet following them. Cain went as far as the back door, watched as Hobart opened the back of his van and dropped the girl into a pile of rugs. He snaked one across her, covering Connie completely and imprisoning her in darkness again. She sobbed, sucking dust into her nose from the rug. It made her sneeze violently.

The rear doors slammed and a moment later the engine started. Hobart gunned the van out of the driveway, then settled into a more sedate pace as he reached the highway. In the back, beneath the rug, Connie once more settled into a fretful sleep.

This time she didn't wake up until the rug was pulled from her body and Hobart grabbed her ankles, tugging her out of the van. She stared wildly as he threw her over his shoulder again and carried her into a building. The girl got the impression of white stucco around the entrance, and red tile beneath her bouncing face. Then she was carried down a flight of steps, dropped onto something soft and yielding, her face buried.

She heard the rustle of clothing for a minute. Then something cold moved across her back, and the cords were cut free. Connie gasped as her hands were loosened, and tried to rub her arms. But the long hours in bondage had weakned her, left her no strength at all. She could only moan when Hobart rolled her over and cut Timothy's underpants from her mouth. Then she gasped for breath: "Oh, God!" Connie gasped, her throat sore and her voice a hoarse rattle. "Please, water!"

"Shut up, cunt!"

Suddenly Hobart's open hand slammed across her face, cracking loudly. Connie's head was spun around and she smothered a cry of pain and his other hand struck her cheek from the other direction.

"Look at me, cunt! Look at your master!"

Connie managed to draw one hand up to her mouth, sucking in breath as she stared at the naked man. He was built like a barrel, his chest covered with a thick curling red fur. His legs seemed as thick as tree trunks, and a huge cock dangled over balls the size of tennis balls. He was circumcised, his soft cockhead almost half an inch larger in circumfrance than the shaft.

"Like what you see cunt?" demanded Hobart. "You better like it, because you're going to see nothing but cock from now on!"

He rubbed his balls and his cock, which began to grow hard. It lifted out toward Connie, the shaft growing impossibly long. The cock was as much bigger than her father's as Cain's was bigger than Timothy's.