Chapter 5
She could not stop sucking, because the cream just tasted so good. She felt the way that Debbie was thrusting her hips up and down against her face, and she managed to slide her hands up to her friend's tits.
Tisa began to pluck lightly at the nipples, and she could feel the way they were still stiff and throbbing, only this time they seemed to be throbbing in a different way. They felt so fucking good.
"Oh, Tisa, I'm so glad you came here today," the bound girl said. "You've made my day. All morning I've been feeling like committing suicide."
"I could understand that," Tisa said, rubbing her chin against the cunt lips for a few seconds. "I think your parents both suck."
"I told you they were shits. I told you. You do have it better than I do. Your father is just a shit. My mother and father both suck."
Tisa didn't want to hear about it anymore. Thoughts of her father were starting to bring her head down, and the taste and smell of this cunt was bringing her head up, and she just wanted to be higher and higher.
She spread the cunt lips wider with her fingers after massaging the nipples enough, and when the clit was exposed, she started to nibble on it. She could sense how hard she could nibble, before it would start to hurt Debbie, and she made sure that she didn't bite too hard. After all, Debbie had been hurt enough.
"Oh, keep licking me, please," Debbie moaned. "It's better than it's ever been with anyone else. With Jerry, or my father, or anyone."
And Tisa was really happy. She didn't want her friend to think that she was a lesbian, still. It was the very first time she had ever licked another cunt, and she wanted to let Debbie know it. But since she was causing so much pleasure to flow through the bound girl, it didn't seem like the time to talk about it.
She just kept licking and sucking. At one point, she could see the way Debbie was trying to pull her legs up a little higher.
Tisa helped by pushing them up, and she looked at the girl's ass.
If she thought her ass had been whipped bad, she didn't know what bad was until she got a look at Debbie's. There were large sections where the skin was red and sore and scabbed, and she could understand how uncomfortable it had to be for the girl to be lying there with her ass pressed on the bed.
With her ass off the bed then, Tisa was able to lick it. She stuck her tongue out and started to lick the curved ass cheeks, trying to move her tongue toward the areas of flesh that looked the most sore.
She could tell, from the way that Debbie was moaning, that she was doing a fairly good job, and she kept working her tongue all over those ass cheeks. Then, she started to lower the girl down again, and she moved her mouth back to Debbie's pussy. She was so sure that she could suck a lot more cream.
But then, as she was working her friend over, there was a noise.
"What's that?" she said to Debbie, as she raised her head.
"It's probably my mother, coming home from shopping. I think that was the back door. Wait. Don't make a move. Don't make a sound."
And both girls were completely still and silent as they listened.
"Yes, it's her," Debbie said, softly. "I can tell by the way she's walking. Quick, she's on her way up the stairs. Hide in the closet."
Tisa picked up her books, and ran toward Debbie's closet. She pulled the door closed just as she heard the bedroom door opened, and she could see the girl's mother through the cracks on the door. She saw the look on Debbie's mother's face as the woman walked toward the bed and looked down.
She looked like the most evil bitch on two feet. Tisa had been charmed by the woman less than an hour earlier, but now, as she kept looking at the expression on the woman's face, she hated her. What a bitch.
"How come your body's all wet?" the woman asked Debbie, as she slid her hand over the girl's naked, sore flesh. "Why are you so wet? Here, and in your pussy?"
"I don't know," Debbie said. "It's warm in here."
"You lying little bitch," the woman said, and she bent down and picked up leather belt that was on the floor. "Tell me the truth."
"It's warm in here. That's all there is to it."
"You little bitch," the woman screamed out, and she pulled the leather belt behind her and lashed it right down on Debbie's tits. She hit them both and the girl screamed out, a blood-curdling sound coming from her throat. "Now tell me. Tell me."
Tisa saw the way Debbie just glanced toward the closet, and it was not a long enough glance for her mother to pick up on anything. The woman started to lash the bound girl's flesh over and over again, and Debbie was soon bleeding. There were a lot of fresh wounds on her body, and old ones were being opened again.
Tisa closed her eyes for a few seconds. She could not watch.
But she was also thinking about what she would like to do to this lady. She was thinking about how she would like to tie that big bitch up and strip her. Then when the woman was completely powerless, Tisa would take two huge dildoes and shove them up the woman's cunt and her asshole. She would put the bigger one up the woman's asshole and drive it in as deep and as hard as she could.
And even if the big bitch screamed, it would do no good.
Because screams didn't seem to effect the woman, Tisa thought that she would not let the woman's screams effect her. Perhaps, she was even thinking, if the bitch screamed too much, a third dildo would be needed, and that one would be stuffed right down the woman's throat to shut her the fuck up.
When she opened her eyes, it was because the sound of the lashing had stopped. She saw the way the woman was just standing over her daughter.
"We should starve you to death," the woman said, spitting the words out.
"If you hate me so much, why were you so mad at me for running away? I thought you would be happy about me leaving."
"We weren't so sad, you stupid bitch," the woman said. "But if you're going to run away, make sure you do it and get away. Don't let the police pick you up."
Tisa could not believe it. Here was a mother who seemed to have absolutely no love at all for her daughter. Here was a mother who was just upset at her daughter for having been picked up. The fact that the daughter had run away didn't bother her.
"Now I'm going down to make dinner. Your father and I have decided to untie you tonight. Tomorrow you'll go back to school, and you'll act as if nothing happened. If anyone asks about your bruises, you tell them you fell down."
"They'd really believe that," the girl said, sarcastically, and her mother pulled her hand back and slapped her across the face.
"Just shut the fuck up," the woman said. "I'll be back with your dinner in about a half an hour. I don't want to hear a peep from you until then."
Then she walked out of the room, and slammed the door shut behind her. The slamming sound echoed through Tisa's mind, and she waited until she was sure that the woman had walked down the stairs. She waited in the closet, though she did open the door, and when she saw Debbie nodding her head, she stepped out.
"What a bitch," Tisa moaned. "I've never seen anything like that."
"I told you. And you want to know what else? Sometimes she convinces herself that she's doing this because she loves me."
"What a sick bitch," Tisa said, and she moved her fingers back to her friend's pussy and started to stroke it.
"No, don't," Debbie said to her. "She'll come up and find me wet again, and then shell hurt me all over. I'm in such pain."
"Sssh, don't worry," Tisa moaned. "This time I'll make sure to lick all the cream out of you. Don't worry about a thing."
She moved her mouth back down to her friend's cunt, and she spread the cunt lips as gently as she possibly could, for she knew how sore every part of Debbie's body was now. She moved her tongue to the clit and licked it gently, then heard the way that Debbie was muffling her own moans.
She was doing it by biting her lower lip, and that way, she didn't moan loud enough for her mother to hear her from downstairs.
Tisa sucked her as hard as she could, and when the juices were flowing onto her tongue, she just lapped at them and loved them.
When she knew that it was almost time for her to go, she started to move her tongue deeper inside of her friend's cunt. She started to lick the cream off the cunt walls trying not to make any kind of contact with the clit. That way, she knew, she wouldn't cause anymore cream to flow.
She did lick the pussy dry, and then she stood up. She moved her lips to Debbie's and kissed her very gently.
"I'll sneak out the front," she said. "Your mother should still be in the kitchen. Ill sneak out the front door."
"All right," Debbie said. "Thanks for everything. I'm so glad that you stopped by to see me, even if it was under these circumstances."
"I'm glad I stopped here, too," Tisa said. "I hope that they do let you go to school tomorrow. I hope that they don't keep you tied again."
"Me, too. If I'm not in school, try to stop by tomorrow just to see if I'm still alive. I'm not kidding, either," Debbie said.
Tisa picked up her school books, and then she opened her friend's bedroom door as quietly as she could. She walked down the hall and down the stairs, happy that the house was carpeted wall to wall. She made it out the front door and pulled it closed gently so that it made no noise.
Then, she ran down the blocks fast as she could, just to get away from the house in case Debbie's mother might be looking out a window. And as she started to walk home slowly, she started to think about things.
Maybe Debbie was right in saying that she had it a little bit better, because she got along with her mother, while both Debbie's mother and father shit all over her.
But if Debbie only knew, Tisa was thinking. If she only knew why she hated her own father so much, then maybe the girl would understand a little bit more. If her mother only knew, too, then maybe she would understand.
But Tisa could not tell her mother. She loved the woman too much and didn't think that her mother wanted to hear about it.
She couldn't stop thinking about it now, as she was walking home.
She remembered that time when she was eleven, and she was on her way to her father's office to visit him. He didn't know that she was coming, but she had told her mother that she wanted to go see Daddy.
She knew how to take the bus and trains, and she arrived at his office. The front door was open, so young Tisa stepped right in. She was shocked to see that there was no one in the outer office, and she started to walk toward his private office. She opened the door just a bit when she heard it.
"Yeah, bitch, keep sucking," her father had been moaning. "Keep sucking."
And Tisa looked in and saw him. He was leaning back against his desk, and had all his clothes off. A redhead, who was his secretary at the time, was on her knees in front of him, and she was sucking his cock.
He held a thick leather whip in his hand, and every so often, he would lash it down against the redhead's back. Tisa was transfixed. She was shocked and grossed out as well, but she couldn't move, as if she was glued to the spot.
Up until that time, she had always thought her parents were so happy.
True, they would have their share of arguments, but she had always thought it was normal for married couples to have some fights.
And only a few days earlier, hadn't she heard him telling her mother how much he loved her? Hadn't she heard him telling her mother that she was the only woman for him and that he never wanted any other women?
He was a goddamn lying cheating hypocrite, she knew then, as she watched the way he kept ramming his cock in and out of the redhead's mouth.
Then, he pulled her head away, and moved his hands under her arms. He helped her stand up, and he kissed her so hard on the lips. Tisa could tell that he was thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
He pushed her down on his desk, on her back, and he spread her legs. Within a few more seconds, he was on his knees eating her.
It was the first time Tisa had ever seen him making it with anyone. She had known what her parents were doing behind closed doors, but she had never bothered to go and watch them because she didn't think it would be right. But there he was, playing with his hard dick while he was eating this redhead's pussy.
She played with her own tits as he ate her, and every so often his hand would pull back and he would crack the whip against her flesh. He hit her tits and her belly on occasion, and she seemed to love it.
Then, he stood up and started to rub his hard cock against the redhead's cunt lips. Tisa wiped a tear from her eyes, as she saw the way her father held onto this woman's hips and rammed his cock deep into her cunt, with one hard thrust. His groin slapped against her thighs, and she moaned loud.
"Oh yeah, Roger, fuck me baby," she was moaning. "Work that magnificent cock in and out of me. Fuck my hot pussy hole."
"You got it, bitch. You know how much I love fucking you."
"And you know how much I love getting fucked by you, baby."
And that let the young eleven-year-old Tisa know that this was not the first time her father had been fucking with this woman. They had done it other times, though she had no idea of how many other times.
He kept hitting her with the leather whip, hitting her tits and her belly, and there was one point when he wrapped the leather whip around her tit and started to pull it real hard, so that her breast kind of swelled up like a balloon. She was licking her lips when he did that, and when he moved his mouth down to her tit and started to suck on her red nipple, she moaned louder.
"Now from behind," he said to her, and he pulled his dick out of her cunt.
She turned her body around so that her feet were on the floor and she was leaning face forward across his desk.
He rubbed his dick against her pussy from behind and entered her. As he started to fuck her this way, he was whipping her backhand she seemed to be loving it. She was moaning louder and louder, and then he said something.
"How about your ass, baby? How would you like my dick in your ass?"
"You know that I love it in my ass," she said to him. "You know that I love that dick of yours wherever you want to put it. I love it in my ass, my cunt, and my mouth. I love it in all three holes."
"Too bad I don't have three dicks to fill each hole for you."
And he'd pulled his dick out of her cunt, and he'd moved the head of it toward her asshole. He eased himself right into her, then he grabbed hold of her hips and he started to thrust in and out of her again, hard.
Each time that he moved his cock deep into her asshole, he would slap her buttocks and smash the whip against her back.
She seemed to love it. Her whole body was shaking as he was fucking her, and her skin was covered with a thick coat of sweat.
"Yeah, now fuck my cunt again," she moaned, and he pulled his wet cock out of her ass and moved it into her cunt.
Tisa didn't remember how many times he had done that, but she saw his cock so many times as he moved it from one hole, to the other.
Then, when he was in her cunt at one point, he started to fuck her faster and harder, and he was moaning louder the whole time. His buttocks seemed to get so taut, and they were covered with a light sweat.
"Now, shoot it into me," the redhead had started to moan. "Shoot it into me. I can feel the way you're ready to fill my hot pussy hole."
"Then take it," he moaned, and he rammed his way in hard. He started to moan really loud, a kind of purring moan, and the woman was talking about how good it was to feel his warm come inside of her.
She talked about how her cunt muscles were going to keep working around him to suck the cream out of him, and how much she loved the feeling of his cock shooting off cream inside of her. She slid her hand back behind his buttocks and she started to massage his ass cheeks gently.
"Oh, yes, that was wonderful," the woman moaned. "It felt so good."
"Yes, it did," he was saying to her. "It felt really nice."
And just then, Tisa dropped one of her books. She had been clinging to her school books, almost for some kind of support, but after it was over and there seemed to be less tension there in the room, she let one fall.
Both the redhead and her father turned their heads.
"Tisa," he yelled out, and she started to back away. He pulled his cock out of the woman's cunt, and turned to face the girl. "Tisa, what are you doing here?"
He started to walk closer to her, and she remembered backing up into his secretary's desk and thinking that someone was behind her, because she couldn't take another step backward. She opened her mouth to scream, as she felt her father's hands moving to her shoulders. He was going to touch both of her shoulders, but as she started to scream, he moved one of his hands to her mouth.
And then ...
She opened her front door. She had been thinking about this whole thing on the way home, and she had been walking so slowly. She had remembered the way the redhead looked as she dropped her book and the woman rolled over.
Her legs had been spread wider, and there had been some dripping from her cunt. The wetness seemed to have been seeping down the woman's thigh.
"Where were you?" she heard her mother saying, and she could hear such worry in the woman's voice. "Tisa, I've been worried sick about you."
"I'm sorry, Mother," she said to the woman. "I know I should have called you to let you know I would be late from school."
"Well, where were you?" she heard him say, and she glared at him.
He must have just gotten home from work a few minutes before she stepped in. She looked at him, and started to wonder if he ever thought about that day. She knew that she thought about it often.
She thought about it almost every time that she would look him in the eyes.
"Debbie wasn't in school today, and I wanted to see where she was."
"Oh, and did you?" her father asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Yes," she said, and she was just about to tell them what had happened to Debbie when she decided that she had better not. After all, she didn't know what their reaction would be, and she didn't want to get Debbie in anymore trouble.
Also, if she had thought about telling anyone, she would have just told her mother. She didn't want to let her father know. It might give him ideas.
"I was there for a while," Tisa said to both of them. "Her father hit her bad last night, worse than you hit me, all because she ran away."
He moved closer to her, and he reached down. He grabbed her by her long blonde hair, and he pulled it back, really hard, so that she was looking right up into his eyes. His cheating eyes, she kept thinking. His goddamn cheating eyes.
"You're going to have to do better than that, Tisa," Roger said to her. "You're going to have to come up with a better lie than that."
"What do you mean?" she asked. "That's where I was."
"Really? Then how come when your mother called Debbie's house, her mother said that you'd been there for only a few minutes, and she didn't even let you in because Debbie was sleeping? She said she would drive you home, but you refused."
"Because she didn't want you to know the truth about what they did to her," Tisa started to say. "She didn't want me to know the truth, too. That's why she didn't want to let me in the house. But I snuck in."
"You snuck into the house after you weren't invited?" he asked.
"Yes. Because I could tell that there was something wrong."
"You are a lying little bitch these past few days, aren't you?" Roger asked his daughter, and he started to open his belt. "We can't count on you to tell us one bit of truth, can we?"
He pulled his belt out of his pants loops, and Wendy moved closer.
"Please, Roger, there has to be some other way to settle this. That can't be the only way to settle something like this."
He pushed her back, hard. He pushed her back so hard that her back slammed against the wall, and she let out a groan.
"This is the only way to settle something like this. When you have a lying bitch for a daughter, one who causes you so much anguish, this is the only way to settle it."
He still held her hair as he pulled the belt back, and he lashed it out right on her hand. She felt the cutting leather stinging her hand, and she screamed and kicked him in the shins as hard as she could.
He let go of her hair, and she tried to run, but he was fast.
He ran right behind her, pulling the belt back. He followed her up the stairs, hitting her on the back and buttocks as she was trying to run from him. She ran into her room and threw herself on the bed, and he was right behind her.
Once she was on the bed, cowering and crying, she was an easy victim, and he started to whip his lying runaway daughter once again.