Chapter 8
She slept fitfully, having weird and disturb-ing dreams. Several times during the night and the next morning her sleep was disturbed by the sounds of pounding and drilling and what sounded like the rattling of chains. At times, she thought her body was being moved about, shifted and carried, but she couldn't tell whether these crazy impressions were real-and whether she was awake during them-or whether they were a part of her weird dreams. A few times she thought she was being fucked, but again, she was too far gone to know whether she was being fucked for real or only dreaming it. All she knew for sure was that she was completely exhausted and wanted to sleep forever. Several times, she mumbled out loud about having to piss, but she never made an attempt to get up. Besides, she sensed that she couldn't have got up if she'd wanted to. Wasn't she tied down!
When she finally opened her eyes, then stretched with a violent shudder of her nude body, she found herself no longer tied down on her bed, but lying on the living room floor. From the fierce glare of sunlight through a crack in the front curtains, she could tell it was after-noon. The sun never rose above the tops of the tall Australian pines that walled in the front yard until after mid-day. When she started to sit up, she gasped. Chains rattled and something leathery tugged at her throat.
"Jesus Christ!" she muttered. She felt at her throat and found that her neck was encircled by a wide dog collar which was studded with metal rivets.
The collar, which was about three inches wide, had been locked to her neck by a small padlock, to which was also locked a strong chain with thick steel links. The other end of the chain, she discovered, was bolted to the floor.
She stood up, her heavy chain rattling, and she tried to yank the chain free of its anchoring in the floor. After a few violent tugs, she realized she'd need tools-maybe wrenches or a hacksaw-to break the chain loose. She tested the dog collar with her fingers and didn't even try to get it off. The only thing that would take the dog collar off her neck-and the chain with it-was the key to the padlock.
"Dad!" she shouted. "You asshole! Let me go!"
The house was dead silent.
"Let me go!" she screamed, rattling her chains and throwing them about until she choked from the tug of the dog collar at her throat. She realized that if she kept this up, she'd strangle herself. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to settle down. She was panting, her tits jiggling as they rapidly rose and fell.
She walked about the living room, testing the length of her chain. Now she knew what a dog felt like, she mused furiously. She couldn't get anywhere near the windows or the front door, but she was able to enter the bathroom, which was just off the living room. The chain was just long enough to allow her to sit on the toilet. "Thank God!" she moaned, pissing quarts of pent-up bladder juice into the toilet bowl. She sat there a long while after she'd finished pissing, enjoying the feel of release in her loins, trying to clear the cobwebs out of her brain. Slimy fluid dripped out of her pussy, and one whiff of it told her it was cum-old cum from all those wretched men who had fucked her yesterday, from those men who had raped her-including her own father.
"I don't believe this," she said, fingering her chain. "I don't believe any of this."
She contracted her cunt, milking cum out of it. She thought the cum-flow would never stop. Her cunt was a sewer being drained. It disgusted her to think about how she'd been used yester-day, about how all those stinking old pricks had pleasured themselves by sliding between these elastic, young pussylips of hers-about how she'd been repeatedly raped. Not that being raped was anything new to her. It was just that she'd been raped so many times yesterday that she couldn't remember them all, couldn't sort them all out, and it was disgusting.
She slipped a few fingers between her pussylips and started to masturbate herself, to probe into her wet fuckhole and to bend and rotate her stiff young clit. She always jacked off a few times upon waking up in the morning, and today, even though it was past morning, and even though she was chained up like a dog, she wasn't going to deny herself her habitual pleasure.
"Feels so good!" she sighed.
She leaned back against the toilet tank, slumped on the toilet seat, spread her legs wide, and jerked her hand between her legs. Her eyes were closed, and she reveled in the sexy sensa-tions rippling through her teenage cunt. Her pink toes wiggled sensuously.
"Feels so good! Mmn, yess!"
Fuck juices leaked from her pussy and onto the toilet seat. Her fingers made squishing sounds in her sucking pussy as she fucked herself. She felt itchy tingles not only in her pussy, but in her asshole as well, and she started to fantasize about her rape in the woods yester-day, when she'd taken both a cock up the pussy and a cock up the asshole at the same time. She could have killed those dirty old men who had used her, but still, it had felt so fucking good!
"Mmmmn, yessss, fuck me, fuck me!" She imagined them raping her again.
Her chain rattled as she slumped even more on the toilet seat, until she was in danger of sliding right off it, and she kicked her legs up in the air, pointing her toes as she plunged her hand between her thighs and knifed her fingers in and out of her seething, itching pussybole. She was so intent on pleasuring herself that she didn't hear the sound of the back door opening.
Her dad, dressed in nothing but swim trunks, a can of beer in one hand, a detective magazine under one arm, discovered Sandy at the end of her chain in the bathroom. He'd been out back sunbathing and reading. The sexy story in the detective magazine had given him a semi-hardon, and the thought of Sandy chained up naked inside the house had given his ten-inch cock an extra shot of blood as he'd entered the house. Now, finding his daughter perched on the toilet seat, her legs up in the air as she pounded her teenage pussymeat, he groped his splitting-hard cock through the thin nylon of his swim trunks and nearly shot off.
He watched the girl pleasure herself. He'd never seen anything so sexy in his entire life. Nothing in those fuck magazines he'd found in Sandy's bedroom could compare in turning him on with seeing his teenage daughter being so deliciously wicked in the flesh. He licked his lips at the sight of her fingers plunging in the soft, pink, squishy meat between her swollen blonde pussylips. Juices dribbled out of her and down her crotch and asscrack. Her toes curled hotly with each twinge of girlish ecstasy that flowed through her body.
"Mmmn, fuck meeee!" she whined. "Oh yesss!"
Her dad peeled off his swim trunks. His cock felt heavy as a baseball bat as it throbbed naked in the air, jutting up out of his loins. His foreskin had pulled back nearly completely off his moist knob, and lube dripped from his open pisshole. He hadn't washed his cock since fuck-ing Sandy, and the silicon-slick film of Sandy's dried pussy-lube coated his fuck-rod from one end to the other. He didn't think he'd ever wash his cock again. Wrapping his fingers halfway around its thick shaft, he began to slide his foreskin up and down, slowly. He had to be careful or he'd be shooting off before he wanted to.
Sandy squirmed on the toilet seat, gasping, her chain rattling as she plunged her fingers faster and faster. Her eyes rolled under their closed lids. Her toes clutched prettily, her legs waving in the air. Her pussy sucked, looking as if it wanted to devour her entire hand.
"Oooooooh!"Sandy moaned. "Ahhhhh!" Her eyes quivered open, and rolled back until only the whites showed. Her toes clawed air. She gasped repeatedly as the spasms of orgasm exploded in her teenage loins and shook her slender young body. Her tits swelled like balloons and her nipples nearly split open. "Oooooh yesssss!"
Her dad forced himself to let go of his cock. As much as he wanted to spurt his hot load all over his writhing young daughter, he also didn't want to waste his spunk so soon-before he had some fun with her first.
Sandy slowly lowered her feet back to the floor. She squeezed her legs together around her hand, milking the last spasms out of her pussy. She had to catch herself or she'd have flowed down off the toilet like a blanket slipping off a chair over which it had been thrown. She felt herself melting.
"What a bitch!" her dad said.
Sandy opened her eyes. She was too dazed to be shocked. The sight of her naked father standing there with a raging hardon didn't sur-prise her, it fascinated her. She thought she must be hallucinating.
"You're a really dirty little slut, ya know that?" Her dad reached out and grabbed her by the hair.
Sandy gasped as he pulled her hair and pulled her off the toilet. He wasn't any dream, any hallucination, he was for real.
"Damn you, let go of my hair!" she squealed. "Shut up and show me your tail, bitch!" He forced her to her hands and knees in front of the toilet and got down behind her on his knees. Her chain rattled like the chains of a chain-gang prisoner. He spread her asscheeks and let his dripping cock throb between them.
Sandy knew what was happening was real, but she was still too dizzy from her orgasm to clearly sort it all out. She braced herself on her hands and knees, her chin nearly resting on the toilet seat. Her tits hung heavily under her like udders, swollen not with milk, but with excitement.
"Damn, what an ass!" her dad growled. Leaning forward, he licked up and down her moist, pink cleft, tasting her girlish asshole. He slipped his tongue inside her, and she moaned. He drooled spit down her asscrack, straightened up and rubbed spit on his cock. He shoved his wet cock between her asscheeks.
"Open up, little girl."
Sandy didn't have a chance to resist. As easily as if his cock had been buttered, his burning cock-knob forced open the pucker of her asshole and slipped inside her. The rest of his cock followed just as easily. With a few wiggles of his ass, he screwed his cock up her asshole until his pubic hairs tickled her asscheeks.
"Oh, Daddy!" Sandy was panting. She shoved a hand up between her legs and started jacking off her pussy. "Oh God, it's so big!"
Surprisingly, she felt no real pain, just a feeling of being stuffed to the limit. She'd been fucked up the asshole often enough to know how to relax it under the attack of a randy prong, but it still surprised her that she could take over ten inches of super-thick cock up the asshole without screaming in pain and squirm-ing like a fish on a hook. As her dad started to slide his cock in and out, she did squirm, but she squirmed not with pain, but with excitement.
"You got the hottest, tightest asshole, girl!" her dad growled, plunging his cock faster. His belly banged against her ass, jolting her, mak-ing her gasp with each thrust.
His cock felt like a rattlesnake inside her, a rattlesnake that had been dipped in boiling oil, a rattlesnake that struck repeatedly at the depths of her bowels and sent shockwaves through her body. She wiggled and churned her ass, and in her squirming excitement, she rattled her chain. Now, strangely, she found that the dog collar around her neck and the chain attached to it excited her even more.
She was her dad's slavegirl, she realized. He was going to use her however he wanted to, and there was nothing she could do about it. She was chained up and helpless, like an animal. For some reason, today she found the thought of being chained up and forced to submit to her dad's wishes exciting.
I must be losing my mind, she thought, but she couldn't stop squirming and gasping and cooing with excitement.
"Lick that slime off the toilet seat!" her dad growled. "Come on, kitten, let me see your pink tongue wiggling on the toilet seat!"
Like the slavegirl she was, she did as she was told. The slime she lapped up tasted of pussy-juice and jism her own pussyjuice mixed with the jism of she couldn't remember how many men. She lapped with long, vigorous strokes of her pink tongue, polishing the toilet seat until it shined as if waxed. All the while she was licking the toilet seat, her dad banged her ass, driving his burning fuck-spike up her asshole again and again, getting her so hot that she clawed at her pussy and whined.
"My bitch girl!" her dad grunted.
His fingernails sank deep into her silky-soft asscheeks as he jerked her ass backward and fucked his cock up her shitter. His hairy balls flapped against her up-turned pussy, and pussy-juice made them wet and slick.
"What a fucking bitch asshole! Christ, it's tight! And so fucking hot! Yeah, yeahhhh!" He slammed his cock into her, pounding her ass with his abdomen, rattling her chain and her brains. As she squirmed and gasped, holding onto the toilet seat to keep from being knocked head-first into the toilet bowl, her dad began to slap her ass.
"Ouch!" she whined. "Owieeeee!"
"Shut up, girl, I'm your daddy! I'm giving you the spanking you deserve!" His big hand cracked back and forth across her asscheeks, making Sandy's tender ass-skin sizzle.
She screamed. She wailed. Her dad slapped her ass harder.
"You love it!" he growled. "Your asshole's chewing up my cock! Oh yeah!"
With each crack of his hand across her asscheeks, her asshole tightened deliciously around his plunging, screwing prick.
Sandy blubbered. She chewed her lips to keep herself from wailing anymore. It seemed that the more she carried on, the harder he slapped her. Churning her ass, grinding her asshole on his cock, she fucked him wildly as he continued to slap her asscheeks. She needed to bring him off before his hand burned the skin off her ass. As she ass-fucked him, she fingerfucked her pussy. Her loins had never felt so hot. They were melting both inside and out.
"Goddammnnnnn what an asshole!" Her dad slumped forward over her, nuzzling under her blonde hair and biting her shoulder and part of the dog collar. His loins humped and rotated. He was mounted on her like a tomcat on a she-cat. He sucked up her shoulder-flesh and gnawed. His spit dribbled over her shoulder and onto her left tit. "Arrrrghhhhhhh!"
Sandy was in a daze. Her entire body tingled and throbbed. Her dad's cock felt like an electric probe in her asshole. Her asscheeks pulsated with heat from the spanking she'd received. Her dad's teeth in her flesh sent hot shocks and cold chills through her body. She rammed her fingers in her pussyhole and felt hot pussyjuice dribbling down her legs.
Her dad's teeth punctured her shoulder-skin and drew blood. She screamed, writhing under his heaving bulk. His plunging cock flexed hard, nearly lifting her off the floor. His body and his cock shuddered in unison, and his jism exploded up her asshole.
"Ahhhhhh!" he bellowed. "Awwwwwww!" Sandy gasped with each quivering contraction of her dad's cock, with each hot spurt into her bowels. Her asshole and pussy clutched rhythmically, synchronized with the man's grunts of pleasure and with the shuddering ejaculations of his searing cock. He licked at the blood oozing from her love-bite, and Sandy shivered to her bones. Pinching and twisting her clit, she brought herself off. Her orgasm nearly knocked her head off.
"Ohhhhhh, Daddy!" she whined, churning her ass like a fan, sucking the cum out of him with her grinding, squeezing young asshole. "Oooooh, Daddy, cream!"
Her dad bucked on top of her, fucking his jism up her shithole, gasping and almost whimpering from the intense pleasure surging in waves through his loins.
"Goddamn!" he grunted. "What a bitch! What a girl!"
He reached forward under her and grabbed her tits, feeling them up and pinching her nipples, making her squeal as he fucked the last of his cum up her vise-tight, sucking asshole.
He pulled his cock out of her and dismounted while she was still squirming with orgasm. Blood trickled from the puncture wound his teeth had made, and he hungrily licked it off.
Sandy purred like a kitten.