Chapter 9
Despite her shouting and screaming, her dad left her chained up in the living room all after-noon while he banged around in the back yard with hammers and power saws. Unfortunately, all the houses in this out-lying area of town were situated a healthy distance from each other, and all the yards were overgrown with wild tropical vegetation, and the chances of any neighbors hearing her screaming inside the house with the windows all shut up were poor-not that any neighbors would come to her aid or call the police anyway if they heard her. The people who lived in this area had moved here to get away from other people, to get away from other peoples' troubles and away from other people nosing around in their private business. The people around here hated government, hated cops, and didn't care what their neighbors did so long as it didn't cause themselves trouble.
As the afternoon wore on, Sandy's scream-ing fits became less and less frequent. She was exhausting herself, and getting nowhere. she realized there was no way she was going to break loose of her dog collar or chain. She realized she was going to tear her vocal cords to shreds if she didn't quiet down, and that her dad was not about to open the windows and give her some relief from the afternoon heat until she shut up.
She was swimming in her own sweat. The house was like a steam bath and she could hardly breathe. She lay on the living room floor, her legs up in the air and spread as wide apart as she could spread them, and she fucked herself with the dildo vibrator her dad had allowed her for amusement.
There was nothing better to do than beat herself f off every ten minutes. She was bored to death, and lying here chained up like a slavegirl, and being all naked and sweaty to boot, kept her in a state of perpetual horniness. The bat-teries of the dildo had just about worn out. The vibrations the dildo provided were weaker each time she turned the device on. Thank God she had hands to plunge the dildo in and out of her pussy-or in and out of her cum-slick asshole.
From time to time during the afternoon her dad stepped inside the house to check on her. He was as drenched in sweat as she was, and his hardon wouldn't go down, and each time he appeared in the living room he wiggled out of his bikini swim trunks and showed her his ten inches of throbbing male fuckmeat. Before he went back outside, he forced her to pleasure him. Either he stuck his uncut prong down her throat and made her suck it till his cum-flow choked her, or he got her up on her hands and knees and mounted her like a stud hound mounting a bitch. He fucked her pussy and he fucked her asshole, pumping both of them full of his hot, slimy spunk.
Sandy had spasmed a dozen times at least this afternoon, maybe two dozen, and she didn't care if she spasmed herself to death. She rammed the fat, plastic dildo in and out of her contracting crotch-hole and brought herself off repeatedly, her pretty pink toes clutching air as her young body jerked and quivered.
The sun was low, and the house almost dark inside from all the drawn curtains, when her dad again padded into the living room from outside, this time stark naked, his swim trunks in hand. His dick wagged heavily from side to side, forever randy and stiff, like the cock of a schoolboy-but a hell of a lot bigger and veinier than the prick of any schoolboy Sandy had ever seen.
"I got something to show you, bitch-girl. But first-" He went down on one knee next to Sandy, his cock throbbing with wild excitement, and he stuffed the bikini swim trunks in her mouth. He snatched up a nylon stocking that lay nearby and tied it around her head to hold the trunks in.
"You look so pretty gagged!" he muttered. Sandy glared daggers of hatred at him. With a key, he unlocked the padlock that secured the chain to her dog collar. As he yanked her to her feet, the plastic vibrator slipped out of her crotch and hit the wood floor. It buzzed sickly for a few more seconds, then died.
"Dirty girl!" her dad growled. Standing behind her he rubbed up against her, his arms around her, his rough hands feeling her tits. "I always suspected you were doing something wicked behind that locked bedroom door of yours, but I never imagined you had a vibrator, or that you liked to fuck yourself a hundred times a day."
The vibrator was Mom's, Sandy wanted to tell him. The sex toy really had belonged to her mother. She really had found it in her mother's dresser drawer after her mother had run off with all the family savings.
Her dad pinched her nipples and bit her on the shoulder. He marched her into the kitchen, where he picked up a leather leash from the kitchen table and attached it to her studded dog collar to replace her chain. He made her get down on her hands and knees and crawl through the back door and into the back yard.
The tops of the Australian pines made silhouettes against the orange glow of the set-ting sun. The fresh air bathed Sandy's sweat-drenched boy and gave her a momentary chill even though the temperature was still in the mid-eighties.
"How you like it, bitch-girl?" her dad asked, showing her the six-foot-high wooden fence he'd built around the periphery of the back yard, thereby completely fencing the yard in. "Now you and me can go buck-naked out here; girl, and there ain't any danger of some snoopy school kid playing peeping tom through the bushes. We got all the privacy we could ask for, honey, just you and me. Come on, let's take a little walk around the yard."
As her dad held the leash and walked alongside her, Sandy crawled around the back yard like a dog, her tits dangling heavily under her, her naked ass up in the air, her blonde hair hanging past her cheeks. Her dad told her to sniff at plants, and at the fence, and after he'd slapped her bare ass a few times, she obeyed. He told her to piss, and she pissed like a female dog, her piss running down the backs of her thighs like hot cider. Her dad got so excited watching her piss, that he got down behind her and lapped at her crotch from behind as the piss ran from between her pussylips. As she squeez-ed the last few drops out, he reared up behind her, her piss dripping from his chin, and he fucked his ten-inch cock up her cunt. He fuck-ed her like a dog.
Sandy wiggled her ass, grinding her cunt on her dad's sliding prong. Degraded as she felt, she still couldn't deny the pleasure throbbing in her loins. Her groans were muffled, absorbed by the swimsuit in her mouth, a swimsuit that tasted musky and salty from the sweat of her dad's hairy balls. Her breath hissed from her flared nostrils. Her ass smacked back against her dad's stomach. Her tits swung.
"Oh, baby!" her dad growled. "You're the best! Yeahhhh!"
He yanked on her leash, choking her, forc-ing her to snap her head back and arch her back. "What a bitch!"
His cock made juicy, squishing noises in her pussy with each grinding hump. Cum that he'd fucked into her earlier oozed out around his plunging cock and dribbled down his balls. The taste of her girl-piss on his lips, the scent of her teenage pussy in his nostrils, he humped in a frenzy, grunting with each ramming thrust. His cock swelled larger inside her, turning harder and harder. As she wiggled her silky-smooth ass against his belly, he dropped her leash, bent for-ward over her, and hugged her fiercely around her slender waist. He worked his cock into her so deep that he expected to see the dripping head of it pop out of her mouth. Electrical vibrations surged through his flexing prong, through his asshole and up his spine. He was coming already.
"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed. "Uhhh, uhhhhhh!" Bucking, grinding, he fired his scalding jism up Sandy's clutching cunt, sending spurt after molten spurt into the depths of her quivering womb.
Sandy gnawed her gag. Snot bubbled from her nostrils. Her eyes rolled deliriously. She churned her cunt on her dad's spasming cock, jerked with each powerful ejaculation of his cum into her pussy, and slid into liquid spasms of her own. Her body shuddered as the waves of pleasure shot through her again and again.
"Christ!" her dad grunted, humping rapid-ly, working his cock in and out of her contract-ing young pussy, feeling his freshly shot jism run out onto his balls as it overflowed her pussy. "Oh yeahhhh, baaaaby!"
He humped till he'd squeezed every twinge of sensation out of his cock, then snapped the leash off her, yanked his cock out of her, and dismounted. He locked a chain onto her collar to replace the leash, a chain that was anchored to a steel ring set in the concrete of the patio. He left her chained up in the back yard like a dog, the gag still in her mouth, and he went in-side the house.
Sandy lay on the warm concrete of the patio, gazing up at the silvery sky. She was too ex-hausted to move or to think.
Sometime later, an hour maybe, her dad came out of the house with a bowl of table scraps from his supper. He ungagged her and made her crouch over the bowl and eat. She wolfed down the food without a word, her nose in the bowl like a dog's. Her dad wouldn't allow her to use her hands. It was the first real food she'd had all day-unless the loads of her dad's cum she'd swallowed counted as food-and she was starving.
"Time for your after-dinner cocktail," her dad said when she'd licked her bowl clean. He grabbed her by the hair, yanked up her head, and stuck his half-hard cock in her mouth. She was helpless to pull away as he pissed. "Swallow it!
He yanked mercilessly on her hair.
Sandy wretched. As much of her dad's bit-ter, stinking piss ran down her neck and tits as down her throat, and he kept shouting at her to swallow. The fluid was hot and acidic. It burned her throat and gullet going down, then pooled in her stomach and made her nauseous.
"That's my girl." He pulled his prick out of her mouth and released her. "Now you keep quiet out here like a good girl or I'll have to gag you again."
He went back inside the house, leaving her ungagged.
Sandy didn't even attempt to scream for help. She knew it would be a waste of her precious energy. All she'd succeed in doing would be to get herself gagged again and to set the neighborhood dogs off barking and howling, and the bestial chorus would drive her crazy. She knew she'd be sleeping alone and naked out here in the yard tonight, and she didn't need the sound of barking dogs to make her any more terrified than she already was.
Her dad stepped outside to check on her before he went to bed, and he filled up her food dish with fresh man-piss. Sandy wrinkled her nose at the potent smell of it.
"In case you get thirsty during the night and need a drink," her dad said. He dipped his big toe into the bowl of piss and smeared some of the stinking fluid on her lips.
Sandy clenched her teeth.
Her dad smirked down at her and swaggered into the house. The patio light went off and Sandy was left alone in the dark.