Chapter 11
"It's a shame to the family . . . a real shame you had to do something like that . . . and get picked up by those degenerates."
Debbie sat in the front seat of her stepfather's car, huddled into one corner, refusing to glance over at the angry man.
"And then to go to your aunt's house. Damn, do you know how long a drive it is to Albany?"
Debbie said nothing, her eyes blinking as the bright headlights coming toward them illuminated the car. It had been an awful few days. Bill and Jim drove her just outside of Albany then left her on the main road. She'd called her aunt who drove out to pick her up. But the older woman didn't really believe Debbie's story about family strife. Thinking the young girl was simply a runaway, she secretly called Jack while humoring her. It was only when she saw the bruises and heard the girl's sobbing confession about the three men who picked her up that the older woman began to believe the girl.
But Jack appeared the following day, cool, somber, ready to take Debbie back to Newark. The girl gave in, feeling there was nowhere left for her to go.
"Do you know how I felt when I got that phone call from her? And how I felt when she looked at me that way on the porch?" Jack hissed.
His voice was growing angrier. Debbie shivered, thinking of the kind of punishment that awaited her at home. Wisely, her aunt had decided not to tell Jack about the highway incident. She just mentioned the three men "tried" something with Debbie, but that the girl managed to fight them off and get away. The blonde teen smiled, grateful for her aunt's lie.
Neither of them said anything more as they sped south toward New Jersey. Debbie dozed at times. She was still exhausted, sore from the torture Bill and his friends had put her through. "Inside, young lady."
Debbie blinked her eyelids open and saw they were in the drive of her home. Oh, God, she'd slept for all those hours!
"Yes," she meekly said.
Jack was right behind her, nervously looking over his shoulder to see if any of the neighbors saw them drive in. Debbie stood to one side, peering into the darkened house, feeling a mixture of sensations as her stepfather unlocked the door and stepped back. Reluctantly, the girl walked in, not surprised at all when the door slammed and bolted shut behind her, or when she felt a pair of strong hands on her arms, shaking her viciously.
"You little slut! Causing me all this shame and sorrow. I'm gonna teach you ..."
Debbie dropped her suitcase to the floor, closing her eyes tightly, fighting back the tears. What had she expected? Surely, her stepfather could be no worse than Bill, Jim and Lee. Jack had started her off in the world of masochism, but the three young men had taken her through all the courses. Now she stood there while her stepfather called her all sorts of names, telling her he was going to beat the living shit out of her.
"And I've been preparing for it all the fuckin' time you been gone," Jack muttered, stopping his tirade, sucking in a deep breath and regaining some control. He took her by one arm and led her through the darkened living room, down the hall and into the kitchen. Debbie followed his lead like a living statue, her heart pounding more furiously when he led her to the basement stairs and flicked on the downstairs light. "Down."
The girl carefully descended into the cold, damp basement. When she reached bottom, the girl noticed a set of chains hanging some two feet apart, wrapped around two wooden beams in the ceiling. At both ends were attached open metal wrist cuffs. Debbie shivered, knowing full well what was on her stepfather's mind. She knew he expected her to be shocked. But this was simply a continuation of what had been going on for the past few days.
"Strip!"
Automatically, the girl unfastened her jacket, took off her mittens and boots, unbuttoned her blouse, then slid out of her Levi's. She was about to unhook her bra when Jack stopped her. Instead, he grabbed her right arm and led her to the hanging chains, sliding a box under them with one foot. Debbie obediently stepped up, holding her arms high over her head while Jack fastened the cuffs tightly around her chafed wrists. He silently took note of the many bruises on her arms and belly, staring at the girl, wondering if what her aunt told her about those three young men in the van was completely true.
Debbie felt the cuffs fit tightly around her wrists, the iron biting into her sore flesh. Jack stood on another box, tightening the two chains, adjusting them to make sure they were tight, pulling Debbie's arms up until they vibrated with tension when he struck either of the chains. Satisfied, the big man stepped down and picked up a black leather collar device. Attached to it was another long strip of leather with buckles, in the center of which was a black rubber dildo facing inward.
"This'll keep you quiet," Jack said, getting back up and fastening the collar tightly around Debbie's neck. The young woman protested weakly as the leather pressed against her windpipe. After her stepfather had attached the device, he reached around and pushed the second strap against one cheek. "Open up," he ordered. Debbie felt his fingers pressing against her lower jaw. She did as she was told. He slid the leather strap farther around to her lips, slipping the three inch cock-plug into her mouth, then finished attaching the leather headband to her skull, buckling it tightly around the back of her head.
"Mmmmmmfff!" Debbie cried, jerking her arms, swallowing with difficulty as the rubber cock shoved deeper into her mouth. The smell of the leather filled her nostrils. Jack stepped down, admiring his work.
"Yeah, this'll teach you some discipline," he muttered, raising one leg and pushing the toe against the box Debbie stood on. The young woman let out a groan, bending her knees, swaying from one side to the other in a wild attempt to keep her balance. He was going to kick the box out from under her, leaving her to dangle from the ceiling.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Jack toyed with the box, watching his stepdaughter jerk, snapping the chains with a loud clang as she fought vainly for balance. The big man chuckled, then kicked one leg hard. Debbie cried out, her eyes widening, her legs flailing out as the box tumbled out from under her and clattered to one side.
"Yeah, fight for it!"
Debbie cried out, snapping her head back, nearly choking on her spit. She bit down hard on the rubber cock, feeling the tendons in her arms and shoulders stretching to the tearing point. The girl dangled like a piece of meat in a cooler from the ceiling, her body twisting slowly to the right, then to the left. Debbie opened her eyes and stared at her stepfather. He'd taken down his trousers and was jerking off, his eyes glazed with lust as he kept staring at the helpless, moaning, bound young blonde teenager. Tears rolled down her cheeks . . . tears of shame, tears of anger, tears of self-loathing as Debbie realized just how much she was enjoying this horror. Yes, she could feel her cunt heating up, feel her nipples stiffening and poking out with excitement. The touch and smell of the leather pressing against her face, the sensation of that cock-gag rubbing against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, the pull of her weight against her chained wrists . . . everything in this bondage scene excited her. And directly in front, jacking off his fat nine-incher, was her stepfather, highly aroused by the sight of his stepdaughter twisting helplessly.
"Ohhhhh, baby, you're hot for this, aren't you?" he asked, a little surprised when he glanced down and saw Debbie's cunt-lips bloat up in front of him, twitch with excitement, grow fat, rubbery and slick with dribbling juice. Jack rubbed his fingers over the tip of his cock, picking up pre-cum and greasing down his rod with it.
Debbie kicked out her legs, spreading them widely apart, feeling her cuntal walls rubbing against one another as she jerked like a speared fish. Jack took the lead now, reaching out and grabbing hold of her outer labes, pinching them lightly while rubbing his thumb over her clit. Debbie cried out, nearly pissing with excitement as spasms of unreal sexual electricity sputtered through her pussy. She could have howled with heat. The big man twisted her cunt-lips around, at times sticking one to three fingers inside her pussy-hole, grunting with satisfaction when he felt his stepdaughter's cuntal muscles contract and snap shut, trapping his probing fingers. Finally, the girl drew her knees together and rubbed them against his wrist, breathing with wheezing, whistling sounds through her nose. The cords stood out on her neck while sweat made her body glisten in the dim basement light.
"Fuckin' hot little slut," Jack muttered, dropping down and moving forward. He started eating her, moaning, muttering, sticking his tongue in and out of her hole, lapping up the pungent-tasting juices while still finger-fucking her. With his other hand, Jack slid his fingers around to her shitter, stretching her wrinkled asshole lips, driving in his index finger to the second joint.
Debbie cried, jerking her body forward, snapping it back, getting fucked from both ends while bound in that grotesque manner.
Jack scraped her pussy-lining with his tongue, squeezing her pussy to get more juice. Debbie thought she was going to faint from pleasure. She closed her eyes and saw wild images of the three men fucking her, images of the dog licking off her cunt, mounting her, holding her tightly while his knobby cock knifed into her tight, hot little cunt.
Jack kept on eating her out, chewing on her pussy-lips, at times biting her while he kept on shoving more fingers into her shitter. The blonde teen cried out in protest, but really loving the hot, stuffed sensation in her ass.
"Christ, fuck you, bitch," Jack muttered, pulling away and yanking out several of her wiry pussy-hairs stuck between his front teeth. Reaching up, the big man unfastened the chains hooked to her cuffs, holding Debbie up until she was completely freed of the bonds.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"I was gonna beat the shit outta you ... but I'm gonna let that wait 'til later," he said, holding her wrists pinned behind her while dragging her backward toward a mat thrown on the cement floor. Debbie wanted to cry out, but the leather choker and the cock-gag kept her from doing anything except moaning and grunting. In an instant, Jack was all over her. The knob of his cock pressed right over her clit as they wrestled like two maniacs on the dirty mat.
He was rough with her pawing her tits, sucking her nipples, biting her flesh, leaving teeth marks all over her twisting body. But that was what the girl wanted and needed. She had to be punished-disciplined for the sexuality rising constantly from the depths of her soul. And Jack, she was sure, would more than fit her need.
Debbie rocked her thighs forward, sliding her greasy cunt-lips over his dick-head. The girl squirmed, grunting, feeling wonderful as jack's cock squished into her swampy hole, pushing her sensitive cuntal folds apart as his prick sank deeper and deeper. A low moan seeped from her throat. Jack moved up to her face and kissed her passionately on the cheeks, lathering down the leather covering her lips, fucking her like an animal. His fingers grabbed tiny knots of her white flesh while his cock hammered in and out of her wet pussy.
The blonde teen swivelled her body around, fucking back at her stepfather, crying out wildly against the rubber cock choking her.
Then suddenly Debbie exploded, her mind blasting into tiny pieces. She screamed and struggled, catastrophic waves of orgasm tearing at her snatch. Debbie felt her cunt-walls grip down on Jack's dick as it sprayed out its thick, heavy hot load. Debbie felt she was all pussy as her snatch milked his spraying rod. Jack was crying out, biting her, punching her, shouting wildly.
Their mutual orgasm lasted for several minutes. When it was over, the older man rolled off his stepdaughter, catching his breath, telling Debbie what he was going to do to her to "teach her a lesson."
The blonde teen listened, this time without the horror she had the first time Jack came on to her. Yes, yes, she'd do anything he wanted her to, follow him into hell if he told her that was what she must do. Yes, she'd become the perfect daughter. She'd do whatever her father wanted her to do now. And to think so many girls didn't know the meaning of discipline. Debbie smiled, or smiled as much as she could with that cock-gag in her throat, while her stepfather gathered her up in his arms and carried her back to the chains. How foolish she'd been to run away. Now, as he refastened her wrists to the hanging cuffs, the young woman embraced discipline.
Yes, she'd serve Jack well ... as the perfect daughter.