Chapter 10
Sandy spent the next few weeks getting used to her dog collar, her leash and chains. She remained naked twenty-four hours a day, crawl-ing on all fours like a dog when her dad demanded it, eating out of the dog-food bowl or off the ground any table scraps her dad threw her way. She lapped up his cold piss out of the bowl too, and after a while she started to enjoy the taste. One day when her dad was gone, she squatted over the bowl, pissed in it, then lapped up her own warm piss, jerking herself off as she did so. She was turning into a kinky slut, and she knew it.
She was starting to enjoy being chained up, too. She certainly didn't miss wearing clothes. She couldn't imagine how she'd managed to wear clothes all these years without it driving her buggy. She crawled about the back yard on all fours, her naked ass waving in the sunshine, the floral-scented Florida breeze licking her pink asshole and the pink, moist meat between her blonde pussylips, and she felt so slinky and wicked and sexy that she ended beating off every little while. Sometimes she'd beat off twice in a row, without a break between her first orgasm and her renewed attempts to bring herself off.
There wasn't much to do-being chained up all day-but to pleasure her teenage pussy. She was a sexual prisoner, a sex toy for her ever-horny father. The more orgasms she experienced, the more orgasms she craved. When her dad stepped out of the house with his big, dripping, uncut hardon, Sandy could hardly contain her squeals of excitement. She purred as he mounted her, plugging her cunt, her asshole, her throat. He fucked her a half-dozen times a day, sometimes in the back yard, sometimes inside the house, sometimes in his bed at night. It was a special treat for Sandy to spend the night chained up in bed with her father and to awake to the feel of him slipping his cock up her asshole or cunt.
She wondered how much longer he was going to keep her prisoner. Was she going to spend the rest of her life chained up in the back yard with the lizards and the sand fleas, eating table scraps out of a dog-dish and drinking her dad's piss? Her silky skin, already tanned a dark bronze, would eventually turn to leather if she spent much more time in the Florida sun. She lay in the shade much of the day, but she couldn't resist spending at least half the day in the sunshine, soaking up the hot rays and pleasuring herself with her fingers of the plastic dildo.
At least once a day, her dad spanked her. He'd throw her naked over his muscular thighs and paddle her bare ass with his hand until she screamed. Her ass would turn to throbbing fire. The pussycream would dribble down her legs as she squirmed, her pussylips shimmying together. She started achieving orgasms as she was being smacked, and soon she was looking forward to being spanked. She began to crave the feel of her dad's muscular hand cracking across the tender bare skin of her ass.
Her dad always gave her a blowjob after he'd spanked her. As she lay across a chair, he'd get down behind her and lap the pussycream off her legs, then lick up between her twatlips and clean out her sticky, sweet pussy-furrow. He shoved his nose and tongue inside her. He sucked her clit. He licked out her asscrack and wiggled his tongue up her asshole. As he ate her out, he jerked the foreskin up and down his vein-bulging cock. The hot lube dribbled from his pisshole. When he finished eating her, after she'd shivered with the spasms of yet another orgasm, he moved to the front of her and stuffed his leaking prong in her mouth.
She could take his entire ten inches to his balls now, and she knew how to suck him off in seconds, or how to linger at sucking him, tak-ing her time and driving him crazy before allow-ing his jizz to splash against her tonsils and run down her throat.
Her dad was the handsomest, sexiest man she'd ever seen, she decided. She was seeing him in a new light these days. He certainly had the biggest, hottest, tastiest cock in town, and she was glad he never washed it.
She was also glad that he kept disciplining her even when she didn't deserve it. She enjoyed the pain he inflicted on her, enjoyed being spanked and pinched and slapped, enjoyed having her hair pulled and her throat choked by the dog collar, enjoyed being kicked and spit on as she crawled like a dog, the pussycream oozing from her wildly throbbing pussy. The pain and humiliation he dealt her increased the intensity of her sex drive and her orgasms. The feelings she experienced under her dad's discipline were ten times better than the ordinary sexual thrills she'd been used to.
One night, with the back yard lit only by the patio light, her dad put handcuffs on her wrists and hung her from an overhanging limb of one of the Australian pines. The spinginess of the tree limb allowed her toes to touch the ground at times, and at times her feet were lifted completely free of the ground. As she dangled helplessly by the arms, her tits heaving as she panted for breath, her dad whipped her with a leather belt, cracking it across her back, her ass, her stomach, her legs. As the belt raised a welt across her tits, Sandy screeched and her loins exploded with a spontaneous orgasm.
She hung there, jerking and gasping, her bare legs shimmying together as the orgasm ripped through her body and her dad continued to flog her. Before he cut her down, he stood on a wooden box in front of her and forced his cock up her cunt. She writhed, delirious and almost unconscious, as he reamed out her pussy with his burning prong and ejaculated streams of spunk up her quivering cunt. His bellows of pleasure echoed into the night.
One morning he threw her in the bathtub and pissed on her. As she squirmed under the hot stream of his piss, beating herself off, he started beating himself off. He kept her chained up in the bathtub all that day, pissing on her whenever he felt the need, jacking off on her as she lay before him, watching her jack herself off.
By evening, the bathroom reeked of piss and cum and pussycream. Sandy lay naked in the slimy mess in the tub, reveling in her degrada-tion and wickedness. As her dad watched, she licked the tub clean. Then her dad climbed in the tub with her and fucked her asshole from behind. Afterwards, they took a long, hot bath together, and her dad fucked her again as she sat on his lap, her arms around his neck, her hot tits pressed to his hairy chest. She rode up and down on his cock, purring like a kitten in the warm water, her tits floating like buoys, which her dad licked at.
One day, while her dad was gone, the phone rang. Sandy, sitting on the living room floor at the end of her chain, managed to snag the receiver with a bare foot and to pull it to within the grasp of her hand.
"Long distance collect call for Sandy," the operator said. "Will you accept charges?" "Of course," Sandy said.
"Hello, Sandy? Is that you? Oh darling, I've been at my wit's end worrying about you- you there all alone with that beast of a father. Honey, I don't know what possessed me to leave you behind with him. I guess I went crazy or something. I just wanted to get away. You don't know what it means to me to hear your voice again and to know you're all right."
"Mom, where are you? What's all that noise?" Sandy said.
"I'm in Las Vegas, and I'm calling from a pay phone on the strip. I got a ride out here to Vegas with the nicest gentleman, but now he's gone and I'm here all by my lonesome."
"You've been in Las Vegas all these months? Why didn't you write?"
"I didn't dare, darling. I couldn't risk your father finding out where I was. But that doesn't matter, honey, I'm back. I mean, at least well be back together soon. I want you to go out and buy a one-way ticket to Las Vegas as soon as possible and to hop on a Greyhound bus, and then we'll be back together forever. Isn't that exciting?"
"Buy a ticket with what?"
"With your wretched dad's money, of course. Steal his wallet. Look in his dresser drawer. There must be some cash laying around-unless the lazy bum's been spending it all on booze."
"The lazy bum's been going to work every-day, as usual, but I don't know where he keeps the money. Why don't you send me a ticket?"
There was a pause. "I'm a little hard up for cash right now, darling."
"Hard up for cash! You ran off with our entire life savings only six months ago!" "Money doesn't go very far in Las Vegas, darling," her mother tittered nervously. "I was hoping you could help me out, maybe find out where he keeps his new money and borrow it for me-for us."
"Why didn't you take me along, Mom? And why'd you leave that terrible note behind? Goodbye, suckers! It was addressed to me too, you know."
"I know, darling, and I really am sorry. I really did lose my head in al the excitement. Do you think it was easy to do what I did, especially to leave you behind, my precious little girl? You mean more to me than anything else in the world. What's past is past, darling. I'll make everything up to you, I promise. Just find out where he keeps his money and bring it to me with your own two, sweet little hands, and you and me will live happily ever after here in Las Vegas."
"Sounds marvelous," Sandy said sarcastically.
"I knew I could count on you, angel. Let me give you my number here at the hotel, and as soon as you have the money and the bus ticket and know when you're going to leave, give me a call from the pay phone. I'll plan to meet you at the bus depot here when you get in. But whatever you do, don't call me from the house, darling. If the old bastard finds out where I'm at, he'll come looking for me and kill me. You got a pencil and paper?"
"Shoot," Sandy said. As her mother recited the phone number, Sandy scratched her pussy and yawned.
"Got that?" "Got it."
"I love you, my precious little girl. And I can't wait to see you. Make sure to bring the money."
"Of course," Sandy said, and she hung up before her mother could say another word. "Good riddance!"
When her dad got home, Sandy couldn't pry his cock out of his pants fast enough. On her knees in front of him, her blonde head bobbing, her chain rattling as it dangled from her dog col-lar; she smacked her lips and churned her tongue and brought her dad off in less than a minute. As he came, grunting and spurting, feeding her his pent-up load of hot, male fuck-slime, she cooed appreciatively, guzzling as if she'd never get enough.
"Welcome home, Daddy," she said, licking her lips and looking up at him mischievously. Some of his cum trickled from one corner of her mouth.
He pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "Have you been a good girl today?"
"I'm afraid not," Sandy said. "I just couldn't help myself."
Her dad shook his head.
"Too bad," he said. "That means I'll have to punish you."
He undressed quickly. His cock got hard again as he sat on a wooden chair and pulled Sandy down over his knees. His hand cracked across her bare ass and she squirmed. His hand fell again, then again and again.
"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped. "It hurts!" Her ass wiggled. The pussyjuice ran down her.