Chrissy cringed as she looked at her father's red face, knowing what his next words would be. She had again made the mistake of arguing with him, even though she knew what such actions on her part would lead to.
"Go prepare yourself for your punishment. And I had better not be kept waiting for you to comply."
"Yy... yes, sir," she responded in the only acceptable way as she felt the unmistakable sexual rush she always got when he said similar words to her. With as much grace as she could summons, she turned and as she hurried down the hallway leading to what she considered the punishment room, her fingers were already unbuttoning her childish blouse.
Opening the door, she walked in and closed the door behind her. Placing her blouse on the assigned table at the side of the room, her eyes could not stop themselves from looking over at what she considered the whipping post.
From floor to ceiling, it was constructed of a smooth wood measuring a good six inches on all four sides. Shinning chrome chains hung from hooks driven into the ceiling. Leather padded cuffs hung from both of them. Another set of cuffs rested on the floor, their hooks embedded in opposing walls.
Disrobing as fast as her shaking fingers would allow her, Chrissy's gaze refused to leave the whipping post. How many times over the years had she been held by those leather bands? Hundreds? Or thousands? At least that many she concluded as she placed the last of her clothing on the table and walked to the post.
Years of experience told her the precise spots to place the cuffs on the floor so her legs would be widely spread when they were attached to her.
Taking a deep breath, she reached her hands up and felt the leather bands slid across her raised wrists.
She was perfectly positioned for her upcoming punishment. But to her it really wasn't punishment. No, for her what her father did to her body was not punishment. It was in a warped way pleasure.
Over the years she had thought long and hard on that very subject until she came to a conclusion that she could accept: when being punished by her father was the only time she knew she pleased him. She had even reasoned out why that was a fact.
Her mother had been a tramp. She had shamed her father countless times before she finally just up and left them. Her father was determined that his daughter would not follow in her mother's disgraceful steps. That determination was enforced with an iron will and an iron hand of punishment.
Chrissy could accept and even understand his point. She also gladly accepted His form of punishment as the only way he had to show her he loved her and didn't want her to turn out like her mother. What she had a hard time accepting was the pleasure she got out other punishments.
So much pleasure in fact that she actually invented things to be punished for. Just as she had this time. She had not really disagreed with his stand that she not get a job. She really didn't want one, yet she had argued knowing she would be punished for arguing.
She shook her head. It made no sense. But there was also no denying that she had done exactly that.
Curling her hands around the hanging cuffs, she rubbed her full breasts against the smooth wood as she felt a distinct moisture gathering between her spread legs. A shiver of unadulterated lust spread thought her body as she heard the door open behind her. Pressing her nose and forehead into the wood, knowing her hair would hide the fact from her father she smiled as the door closed and they were alone together.
Her ritual bondage had not changed over the years yet she still could not stop herself from shaking as her father's large hand encircled her left wrist and quickly fastened the band tightly to it. Her right wrist followed in like manner. Then it was her left ankle. The last was her right ankle and she knew without even looking over her shoulder that her father had picked up the wide leather strap.
At this point things did vary. Sometimes he started with words. Other times he started with the strap. But Chrissy smiled because she knew no matter which he started with she would find pleasure. Either in the pain she had learned to crave, or in his words that to her proved he loved her. Pain and love were both graciously accepted by her from her father. To her they were one and the same.
They had been the same for the last four of her sixteen years. The four years that her mother had been gone from their lives. Silently, she was sorry to admit to herself, the first year after her mother left she had rebelled against his forceful dominance of her life. It had taken that first year for her to reason out that he did this because he loved her and wanted her to be better than her mother was.
Since the day she had come to that conclusion she had no longer objected to his treatment of her. But it had taken yet another year of punishment for her to realize that for some ungodly reason her punishment was sexually exciting to her. A fact that she did not have the nerve to inform her father of, because if she did he might stop and that she did not want at all.
CRACK!
"Aaaaahhhhgggg."
Liquid, hot fire spread itself across her flared upper hips as her moist slot was pressed into the smooth wood in front of her. Her father had started with the strap and she smiled because she knew the what that fact meant. It was to be a harsh thrashing.
CRACK!
"Aaaaahhhhgggg."
The creases where ass met legs was the recipient of that one as Chrissy felt the heat of the strap sink into her blood making it rush faster and faster throughout her body.
CRACK!
"Aaaaahhhhgggg."
Evenly between the first and second, the third landed at the fullest part of her womanly ass and she knew that soon all of her quivering tush would be inflamed with the erotic pain that she craved.
Taking a fortifying breath Harold McGleen looked at his naked daughter before him. The three lines of deep red gracing her mature womanly hips and ass was making him react in the same way it had for the last few years. God help him, he was horny as hell. He lusted after his own daughter. Why? When did it happen? He couldn't recall. It had been a gradual thing, building over time. Had it started when Chrissy had changed from child to woman?
The punishment pattern had been long set when for the first time he noticed her budding breasts as he strapped her ass for an offense. And it was the sight of them, so like her cheating mother's as her girlish nipples hardened under his gaze, that had set him off.
It was almost like he had his wife back in his power to punish her for what she had done to him. Every stroke he landed on her made them wiggle and he hit her harder and longer to prolong the sight. The power. The revenge. The lust.
Yes, lust. After releasing his daughter Harold had retired to his room, but it wasn't until he had gone to the bathroom to relieve his stream that he was away that he had shot off in pants without even knowing it. Looking down at the evidence of his lust he had felt shame. A deep shame that he had felt such lust for his daughter that he hadn't even been aware of his discharge.
He had sworn that that would be the last time he punished his daughter in that fashion. But his resolve had proved weaker than his desire as three days later his daughter was again bound before him as he strapped her flaring ass. Her budding titties wiggled with each successive landing of his strap. His cock did more than wiggle. It again exploded in his pants as the sweat dripped off his face.
It was wrong. He knew it was. But he didn't stop. He couldn't. In his lust, he found more and more reasons to attend his daughter in the punishment room as time passed. And as time passed so did Chrissy's burgeoning body. As her titties filled and expanded, as a dusting of female hairs graced her mound, they were together more and more in the room. There were literally months that her ass was never unblemished by his disgraceful desires.
He felt shame but justified it by telling her that he loved her so much that he didn't want her to turn out like her mother. But that was far from the truth. The real truth was he sexually desired his daughter far more than he ever had her mother. The floozies he fucked were a pale substitute for what he really wanted.
He wanted to fuck his own daughter. That thought had shamed him for months. Until one day he noticed something different. Or was it different. Or was it that he had never even thought along those lines and had dismissed it as impossible.
It was at the end of the punishment session, his cock lying in a pool of expended juices in his briefs as he bent over to release her ankles from the bands holding them in place. Kneeling behind her, looking up in shame at her opened slot, he shook his head in disbelieve. Chrissy's cunty was not only damp, it was soaking wet. A fact that his nose soon confirmed.
He had left her alone for five days upon that revelation as he tried to believe what his senses had told him. His daughter got as sexually excited as he did when he strapped her ass! Bloated breasts, hardened nipples, soaking cunt, excited. He shot off in his pants. She shot off in her bondage.
It was too much for him to believe. He needed confirmation.
He got all the confirmation he needed the next night. Strapping her longer and harder than ever before he concentrated on her responses. They were all there. The swollen tits she pressed into the post as her nipples looked ready to explode from her lust. The misty female goo that not only coated her cunty but her inner legs. The ragged breathing. The muffled moans, that in the past he had attributed to pain, were of a woman highly excited by the attention given to her.
How many times had he heard her mother give' the same moans? Too many. They haunted his dreams. And his days. That their daughter made the very same sounds as he strapped her ass was... beautiful. Wonderful. And scary as hell. He knew he wanted to fuck his daughter. He also knew it was wrong.
He also wanted something else.
Releasing her when he could finally swing the strap no more, he let her leave the room. But instead of going to his room as he normally did to work his cock with his hand for more' relief, he waited in the dark hallway.
Years ago he had removed her door from her room, saying that he needed to check on her in case she strayed, he stood in the dark hallway as he watched her light go off. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he slowly walked to her doorway as silent as a cat.
Chrissy, however, was far from silent. The unmistakable sounds of lustful moans floated out of her room as he eased his head around the door frame. The sight that greeted his eyes made his cock instantly explode, but he gave that response no attention.
The glow of the moon and distant street lights bathed her room in a golden glow and her naked body. Lying on the bed, legs spread, hands buried between them, Harold saw his daughter frig herself like the most wanton whore she was. She twisted, turned, ran hands over her blistered ass, drove her fingers deeper and deeper. Even from his distance he could smell her female juices discharging to fill her room with their nectar as he felt his cock again expand for the third time that night.
It was a sight he would never forget watching his daughter crash from one climax to the next. Every time her hand brushed her strapped ass, she came again as fingers sank deep within her soaking depths. Her tits seemed larger with the rock hard nipples distended at their ends as they wiggled and jostled with her releases. And he was tempted, very damned tempted to walk in her room and replace her fingers with his aching cock.
But he didn't. He stood there in the darkness for a good hour and a half as he watched her climax again and again. His own pants got three loads but he was hardly aware of it as he watched. And learned. By the time she finally stopped he knew what made his daughter tick: pain.
Finally making it to his rooms, he showered and climbed into his bed to relive the hours before and he smiled. Chrissy was a pain lover, a totally different specimen than her mother to be sure. Catherine had always been a selfish bitch that demanded catering to. And so it seemed was her daughter, but in the totally opposite way.
Catherine wanted gentle loving care. Chrissy wanted pain. Catherine wanted others to worship her. Chrissy wanted to submit to whatever they wanted. Catherine had been demanding. Chrissy was totally giving. Catherine had been a cheating slut. Chrissy took care of her own needs. .
But would she always? It was obvious that Chrissy had strong sexual needs. Would, or could, she keep them to herself? Would she soon be fucking the boys in high school to care for her needs? Was she already fucking them? As opposite as mother and daughter were they did have one thing in common. A strong sexual drive.
One of the things that had hurt so bad when Catherine had left him was the knowledge that he wasn't enough for her sexually. Once or twice a week was not enough for his wife. Would Chrissy be the same? Would she be putting out for anything With a cock between his legs just to meet her body's cravings like her mother had? Would another McGleen be the town whore? .
Harold knew that that was a very good possibility but how could he control her? It was obvious that pain was no deterrent. Short of literally locking her In the house he saw no way of keeping her from being 'just as promiscuous as Catherine had.
It was at that point that Harold came to a conclusion concerning his daughter. He would not fuck her until he had proof that she was no virgin.
No sense in letting her know what she was missing until it was needed. So as the months passed Harold kept his promise to himself as night after night he stood outside her room.
As time passed he noticed other changes too. Changes like tonight when she had fragrantly pushed him into punishing her. It was a game they played. A game that teased them both. She gave him the defiance he needed to justify his harmmg of her as he teased her flesh with the strap she loved. And he knew she loved it. Too many nights outside her room had proved that.
Chrissy loved painful stimuli to her body. In the dark of night her fingers dug into ass and tits. Her hands slapped her strapped cheeks. Her fingers pulled her nipples until Harold thought she'd pull them off her breasts. Using each hand, night after night, she pull her pussy lips so far apart that Harold knew it had to hurt. But pain never stopped her from doing it again and again as he watched in the dark hallway.
So he laid the strap into her quivering ass again and again.
CRACK!
CRACK!
The sound of the strap knocking on her arched back tush echoed around the room as he played the part assigned to him.
"No daughter of mine will take back."
CRACK!
"Only sluts disobey their parents."
CRACK!
"Your mother was a slut."
CRACK!
"But I'll see that you never are."
CRACK!
"If you so much- as look at a boy I'll beat you black and blue."
CRACK!
Chrissy hardly even heard his words anymore.
No, she had other things to occupy herself with. Things like coming and coming. She could feel her pussy pressing against the wet post as her tits tried to wrap around them. God, if only her father would strap her tits too! But as another wave of lust ripped through her she knew that she really didn't need him to, even if she wanted him to strap her titties. But just the thought of him turning her around and wielding that wonderful strap to her tits was enough. to climb even higher.
CRACK!
CRACK!
Words flowed, juices dribbled, groans of passion were suppressed until it came to the predictable end. Harold tossed the strap to the floor as he wiped his face and readjusted his cock in its soggy nest as his eyes remained glued to his thrashing daughter bound to the post. A purple red glow decorated her tush, lower back and upper legs. A shinning gleam of expelled cream oozed down the front of the post as her nipples reached impudently on either side.
Leaning back against the wall he wondered what Chrissy would do if he strapped her full boobs. Most likely love it, he concluded. But he wouldn't do that at least not yet. He would wait for a justifiable reason to change their little game. It was just a matter of time he knew before she gave him all the reason he needed to expand their play.
Chrissy was more than willing to give him all the reasons he needed. She was ready to fuck. In fact she was almost desperate to fuck. Her own skills, even granting that they were many, were not enough any more. She needed a man. She had hoped that man would be her father, but no matter how she provoked him he didn't fuck her. Nor touch her begging tits or her pleading snatch. Her ass almost constantly ached from his strap, but it was no longer enough.
She had a plan. A plan that she would set into motion the next day, third period. Dreams were no longer enough. It was time to put them into actions and she had the perfect candidate in mind.
.....
Frank Morgan had been watching Chrissy McGleen for months trying to decide if she was as virginal as she appeared. It was her clothing that he had first noticed. Girlish was the only way to describe them. Frilly blouses, long, loose skirts, ugly shoes. She did not dress like the rest of the girls in school who could have stood on any street corner and been perfectly at home.
Chrissy didn't wear the skimpy tops, the spandex skirts, shorts or pants. In fact if it hadn't been for her face he probable would have never have given her a second look. But he had looked the second time.
Blond hair that reached to the small of her back her tall straight frame, slender hands with long fingers had captured his attention more than he wanted to admit. As for the rest of her body, he could not be sure. But he thought he could detect fat tits under her blouse and he liked fat titties. He also liked to do a lot of things with them too. Things like suck them, bite them, hurt and bind them.
But he could not imagine Chrissy liking those kind of things. Not when she dressed and acted like she did. But, hell, there was always a chance. A chance he was willing to take. Hell, what's the worst she could do? Scream? Big fucking deal. That would only enhance his reputation.
Standing across from the door to his third class of the day, Frank's friends got the message that he wanted to be alone. Not being a guy to mess with, they obeyed his silent signal and made their way to their own class. Frank knew that Chrissy would be along soon, she was never late for class, so he waited and was soon rewarded.
Chrissy felt Frank's eyes on her as she secretly smiled. Perhaps she had been more successful in her attempts to attract his attention than she thought. Hers was a gutsy plan, but if it succeeded it would be more than worth it. Gathering her nerve she took a hesitant step in his direction and almost shit her pants when she saw him motion her to him.
Not about to pass up the opportunity, she instantly complied with his silent command. Face red at her private thoughts she stood silently in front of him. Her lowered eyes saw his hand raise and his hand was tipping her face up.
"Are you really as innocent as you seem, Chrissy," he asked as he held her eyes with his. He easily saw her face turn red at his question and knew that he had embarrassed her but didn't give a damn.
What Frank saw was a bit of embarrassment, but the greater emotion was lust. God, what a man she thought as she gazed into his blue, blue eyes that seemed to read her very sole. She also noted that her pussy was gushing in disgrace at his simple touch. But how did she answer his question?
"I... ahhh." She had no words. Fortunately Frank was not so effected.
"Still a virgin?" Chrissy gulped.
"Want to meet me after school and see what we can do about it?" God, oh God! Did he know her very dream?
"Say yes or no, Chrissy. If it's no, I won't ask again."
"I... ye... yess." "Yes you will meet me after school!?"
"Yy... yes.".
"Yes you are a virgin?"
"Yy... yes." ''And what about me changing that fact? Is that a yes too?"
There is a God Chrissy decided. "Yy... yess."
"Good. Oh, by the way, I like fat tits. You got fat tits Chrissy?"
Did she? She thought so, but would they be fat enough for Frank. Deciding to let him decide for himself, and for the thrill she knew she would receive, she reached for his hand that was not on her chin and pressed it against her left boob.
You could have knocked Frank over with a feather at her answers and her action, but he hid it well as he wrapped his hand around her tit. Yep, definitely fat enough. It more than filled his hand. Then he measured the other one.
"They will do. Meet me right here at the last bell. And Chrissy,"
"Ahhh what?"
"Don't keep me waiting."
"I... ah I won't."
"Good." With that, he gave her nipple a pinch and walked into the classroom with a smile on his face.
It took Chrissy a bit longer, in fact the bell had rung before she made it. Taking her seat in the last row of desks she didn't hear a word of the teacher's lecture. But it made no difference. She got straight A's even when she daydreamed. And Frank Morgan was one hell of a daydream.
Chrissy made it through her remaining classes in a blur. She hardly talked, but then she rarely did so no one thought anything about it. A few did silently question the flushed look on her face though, but not enough to ask about it. Then there was the fact that she had few true friends anyway. When the final bell of the day sounded Chrissy literally ran down the two flights of steps and both long hallways to get to the commanded spot before Frank did. In that she failed. As she came rushing around the corner she saw him leaning in the exact spot he had been earlier. This time however he was surrounded by class mates, both male and female and her heart sank. Had he forgot about her?
Frank may not be as good a student as Chrissy but he had a very good memory when it came to facts that he wanted to remember. Chrissy was one of those facts. At least today.
He had a vague idea of where her last class was and wanted to see just how quick she was in meeting him. His last class had been two doors down, so he had leaned against the wall and was soon surrounded by his friends. Even when Mary rubbed her tit against his arm he saw Chrissy's flying toward him and smiled.
Chrissy thought he was smiling at Mary's attentions, knowing that Mary had dated Frank several times. Frank could easily see her reaction and accurately guessed at its cause as with inspiration, he pulled Mary to him and kissed her right then and there. But even as Mary melted against him, he kept his eyes on the now slowly approaching Chrissy.
He almost laughed. God help him it was a struggle not to as he watched the emotions play vividly across Chrissy's face. He instantly decided that jealousy was a trait he enjoyed in his women. It kept them on their toes to please him. He then added insult to injury and took Mary's boob in his hand as Chrissy watched his each and every move.
"I'm free tonight, Frank. Give me a call," Mary asked as he slowly pushed her away and released her throbbing boobie.
"Maybe," he answer without really answering.
"I'll catch you later," dismissing her as he stood up and walked down the hallway to the stopped Chrissy.
"You're late," he said in way of greeting.
"I... I ahh I'm ah sorry. I got here as fast as I could, Frank."
"Not fast enough, Chrissy. I'll have to see what I can do about that. Later. Come on. " Thus saying, he took her hand in his and with more force than consideration, he led her out of the school, across the parking lot and into his car without a word.
They drove in silence the entire five miles out of town and onto a small dirt road where Frank parked his car. Shutting off the engine he turned to look at her. He almost smiled but stopped himself in time.
"Get out and go stand over there by that tree."
Chrissy followed the direction of his pointing finger, opened the door and got out. It felt like a mile as she walked to the tree. Had she screwed up everything by being late? Would he leave her here? Alone? Sexually frustrated?
Her relief was tremendous when she saw him finally open his car door and get out. She could make nothing of his expression as he approached her, but she prayed. Fervently prayed that she could yet please him.
Towering over her he looked down. What a timid little mouse, he thought, then changed his mind. No, not timid just unskilled in the ways of sex. A fact that he had every intention of changing before they left the small glade. He would also make his wishes known, and there was no time like the pre sent.
"I have no qualms about saying what I want, Chrissy, so I'll get right to the point. If you have any desire for tomorrow you will do as I say. In all things. Understand?"
"I... ahh yes." Or at least she thought she did. It had been no quirk that she had singled Frank Morgan out for: her attentions. His reputation was well noted. A reputation of being a demanding man that was not adverse to forcing his demands on his dates. And that was precisely what she wanted as she felt a delightful shiver slide down her spine.
"Good. Then let's get this show on the road. I've already told you that I like fat tits. I've felt them and now it is time to see them." He paused for a second. and the rest of you, too." He watched her eyes widen at his words. Saw her fingers curl into fists at her sides and wondered if she was not what he had hoped for after all.
TWO
"Strip, bitch. Now!"
His words were so like her father's just before he strapped her that Chrissy felt like she had lose every ounce of blood in her body. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Her knees had the consistency of unset jell-o. But none of those things stopped her in the least as she brought trembling fingers to her blouse buttons.
Frank stood arrogantly before her, not assisting, not stopping as button after button left its corresponding buttonhole. With her eyes lowered they both watched as she separated the two halves of her blouse, slid it over her shoulders and silently dropped it to the pine needle covered ground.
Her white tit sling was totally filled with her fat tits. The material stretched, cutting into her full upper tits as she reached behind her and undid the clasp. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, she hUFlched them and the bra followed her blouse to the ground.
Frank almost shit his pants when her fat tits came into view. Hell, how had he not felt that they were so big? Realizing that he had had a few other thoughts cruising through his brain at the time, he took full measure now. Hell, ,he bet that if you combined Mary's and Karen's tits together they'd ~ot be as big as Chrissy's. Wondering if Chrissy liked the same kind of attention to hers as Mary and Karen did, he kept his cool as he motioned for her to continue undressing.
Chrissy had undressed for her father thousands of times, but never had she felt as she did now.
With her father she knew that all she would get was the strap to her willing ass. With Frank she didn't know what she would be getting. But she had very high hopes. Very high hopes as she slid her skirt, nylons and panties down her legs. Kicking off her shoes she stood up. Keeping her hands at her sides to give Frank a full view, she raised her eyes to his to see if he approved her body.
Frank more than approved of the body before him. Fat, fat tits that stood up firm regardless of their weight trying to pull them down. Dark pink nipples were fully crinkled in arousal. Slender rib cage, narrow waist, flared hips and long, long legs that he pictured wrapped around him as he drove in deep.
But what really caught his interest was what looked like bruises hidden in the shadows behind her. Could they really be bruises on her ass? One way to find out.
"Turn around."
Now was the moment of truth. Chrissy knew what her ass looked like. She had seen it only that morning in her mirror. Her father had laid into it real good last night and it was literally covered with the marks of his strap.
Would Frank be repelled? Excited? Disgusted? Or eager to add to them?
Chrissy turned and presented her colorful ass tp Frank. She heard his sudden intake of air. His, "Jesus!" and-still didn't know the answer to h~r silent questions as she stood shivering before him.
"Pull your hair out of the way so I can see if your back is bruised too."
It wasn't, but she complied with his order and lifted her hair as the air raised goose bumps on her flesh. Her back was flawless as her father only strapped her ass to her waist and to the juncture of her legs, regardless of her desires to the contrary.
"Who whipped your ass?" There was no reason to lie.
"M... my father."
"Why?"
Now that was a trickier question. "Ff... for punishment." .
Frank detected the difference in her voice. ''And do you consider it to be punishment, bitch?"
"I..." Oh shit! But she couldn't lie to Frank.
"Aahh no I ahh don't."
If Chrissy could have seen the shit eating grin on Frank's face she would have thanked God, but he had it never the less as he reached out his hand and brought it to the deepest purplish mark on her quivering tush.
"Aaahhha," came from her at his unexpected move. Never, not once had any hand but her own touched her strapped ass. It was like a bolt of electricity had shot through her, and her pussy instantly reached flood stage.
"Like that, don't you, bitch?"
"I... ahh yess."
"You're a pain loving bitch, aren't you?" What could she say?
"I... ahh yyess." Frank didn't hesitate in the least. He brought his hand back and snapped it forward to spank the darkest bruise he could find.
Thwack echoed around them along with Chrissy's, "Aahhhaaaa yyessssssssss."
"Stick out that ass, bitch. Stick it out real good and I'll spank it for you."
Instinct took over in Chrissy. Raising her hands to overhead tree limbs, she curled her hands around them. Her legs instantly jerked to her sides, the position she had always received her punishments in. And she tipped her ass up for Frank's hand instead of her father's strap as her tits ground into the rough bark of the tree instead of the smooth wood of her whipping post at home.
Mentally and physically Frank shook his head at her moves but quickly understood what she was doing. She was placing herself in position. A position that he could only assume she had experienced many times in the past. He wasn't even sure if she knew what she had done. But he did and understood the significance of it too: her old man frequently whipped her.
As his hand rose and descended again and again he also knew the rest of her scenario. After her father was finished with her she'd go to her room and frig herself to climax. Most like many of them he concluded as he saw, smelled and felt her sexual tension build with each successive blow landed to her still offered up tush. The spanking was no longer enough. Stopping for the necessary time, Frank jerked his belt out of his pants and curled it around his hand. A firm grip established, he began to swing it instead of his hand.
The change in Chrissy was unmistakable.
She went ape shit. Her ass did not retreat from his belt but the change was obvious. Her moans intensified. Her fat tits almost lost all of their skin as she rubbed and rubbed them against the tree.
Her nipples looked a good two or three inches long and were as equally rubbed raw by her actions. But the telling fact was the stream of female goo that slithered down her legs and plopped to the ground between her widely spread legs.
There was no doubt in his mind that she was coming. Climax after climax twitched through her as blow after blow landed on her begging ass. And then there where her shouted words too.
God, what a bitch! Tossing the belt on the ground, grabbing her hot bruised hips in his hands Frank jammed his swollen cock dow.n her weli lubricated track to her inflamed cunt. In a flick of an eye he shattered her cherry and drove the full distance of his cock in one sure stroke.
With a shake of his head, wondering what the hell she thought he was doing, Frank gave up all pretense of rational thought. He simply reacted to the tight, tugging sheath that surrounded his engorged shaft. Fingers digging into yielding flesh, cock driving in and out so fast it was a blur, he fucked. And fucked and fucked some more.
Chrissy was hardly rational herself. She had known that Frank would be good, but this good? Ahhh the power and stamina of youth. There was no doubt about her father's skill with a strap, but Frank. .. oh yes.
The only sexual order she had ever obeyed of her father was to disrobe and place herself in position for her upcoming punishment. But Frank... oh, the thrill of disrobing before his very eyes. The gleam in them as he looked at her offered body. .. The sure knowledge that she would not leave this place a virgin... His spanking hand heating up her eager ass. .. His belt driving even deeper... All of it had added up to the most outrageous climatic thrill of her life. Forget masturbation. Fucking, or more correcting being fucked, was oh so much better.
There was no comparison.
Being fucked was the living end. Being fucked, manhandled, and stimulated by pain... Ah, if it never had to end she would be eternally grateful.
The sharp twinge of her broken cherry an added stimuli she knew that she was exactly where and with whom she was destined to be with. The great outdoor, the pain, the fucking, the thrill was way past her wildest dreams as he drove deeper and deeper within her yearning shell as his hands, teeth and mouth attended her craving needs until as it must, it was over leaving her weak and only ~artly sated.
Hopefully Frank was far from finished with her for the day.
If Frank had known her thoughts he would have laughed because her thought paralleled his exactly.
Not for one instant had he thought of stopping at a mere single fuck. Or one measly turn at disciplining her. No, the day was yet young and his randy cock far from satisfied.
Hell, he had yet to even attend to her fat titties and that would never do.
Wiping the sweat from his flushed face Frank took a step back to view the sight before him. God what a sight it was too. The bitch was still spread eagled against the tree. Hands gripping the branches over he: head. Legs splayed. Her fucked pussy waving in the breeze. Her even more colorful ass still tipped up to his gaze. .
None of his other chicks came close to the shy morsel before him. Who would have ever guessed that the shy, childish dressed Chrissy McGleen was such a damned hot fireCRACKer. And those tits...Ah, the sight of them pressed against the tree trunk were indeed in need of some attention. Yes, it was time to attend to them.
"Turn around bitch and get in the same position."
Naturally Chrissy heard his words and naturally she obeyed them regardless of his earlier words. She would have obey without them. Obeyed for herself.
Obeyed because it thrilled her to do so. In just the few she had received from him so far she knew that obeying was a basic part of her nature. The more demanding, the more stringent the command, the better she liked it. Her non-
virgin snatch confirmation enough for that fact.
Turning around she was soon in the same position but facing the opposite direction. Arms raised, legs splayed and ass now caressing the rough bark instead of his descending hand or belt. She pressed her aching tush against the rough texture of the tree and raised her eyes to her lover. She saw his gaze directed at her up pointing titties and smiled ever so slightly.
Yes, oh yes. It was way past time for her titties to get their share of loving too. A share that to date had been pitifully neglected except for her nightly adventures as she squirmed upon her bed. Her father had never so much as touched them but she knew from the look in Frank's eyes that he would not put such restraints upon himself.
Frank didn't miss any of her signals. Not the smile she thought she was hiding from him. Not the telling fact that her nipples were more than rock hard they were pointing at him impudently. Not the fact that she continued to grind her beaten ass into the harsh bark behind her. No, he missed none of her signals. Chrissy was a damned hot piece all right. Damned hot. And he was man enough to tend her needs and then some.
But first he wanted to taste those fat titties of hers. God, how had he not noticed the size of them? Even when he had squeezed them at school? The full fat shape of them? Well, he knew about them now. And the fat caps on the ends too.
"You're a hot bitch, aren't you Chrissy?"
Well, she guessed she was. "Yyes ah a hot bitch." She took a deep breath that made her tits jiggle as he continued to stare at them.
"You old man just beat your ass? Or are your titties really as unblemished as they look?"
"Hh... he ahh just whips my ass. He's never so m... much as touched my tits." "But you want them touched, don't you? And not just tenderly either, huh? Want them whipped too, don't you, bitch?"
"Yyyess ohh Frankk yess. Yeesss. Whippp my tittiess. Do whatever you want with them. Bite 'em. Squeeze 'em. Whip 'em. They're yours."
God, he liked her style. And her guts too for that matter as he took the two steps separating them and dropped his mouth to her left knocker and sucked it in as deep as it would go.
The first touch of someone else touching her neglected tit was so shattering that she came instantly. At his first touch she was climaxing as she tried desperately to shove even more in his hot sucking warmth. She felt his teeth take up residence in them, felt his tongue slide over the surface and it was all over. She was hooked for life.
Damn but she was a responsive bitch! Raising his hands he took one in each. He squeezed. He twisted. He pulled them and Chrissy gave him her avid approval at each and every move. His teeth sank in. His tongue swirled. She pressed her titties into his mouth and hands as the smell of her discharging pussy reached his smashed nose pressed into her yielding flesh.
A fleeting thought that she was too much for him to handle quickly passed as he moved his mouth to twin and gave it just as harsh a treatment he had the other. And Chrissy? Hell, the bitch continued to moan and press even more into his mouth and hands.
He sucked, leaving a trail of reddish purple hickies in his wake. They spread like a rash across both fat hills. Across the tops. The full fat sides and holding them, underneath as well as he continued to return again and again to the pleading nipples that stood firm and proud at the ends.
It was mind-blowing for Chrissy. Never, not once I in her sixteen years, had anyone other than herself touched her sensitive boobies. It was thrilling beyond imagination. The pain, the shivers of lust the tugging sensualizations were magical. She felt her body's reaction: it climaxed with each different stimuli of pain, sucking, twisting, pulling. She could have died thankfully at that moment with no regrets.
But fortunately for both of them, Frank was far from finished with her fat titties.
Having his fill of taste, it was time to move on to more erotic fields. Pulling his mouth and hands away, he stepped back and smiled at her obvious displeasure at his move.
Utterly disappointed at his sudden desertion of her tits, she opened her eyes and asked, "Wwhy?"
"Because, bitch," he said with a smile as he reached down to retrieve his discarded belt from the ground, "it is time to whip your fat titties." Curling the leather around his hand, he asked, "You want your fat titties whipped, don't you slut? You want them to feel the pain like your ass, don't you?" Well, hell, why not, she thought. It had been a dream of hers for months. Or was that years? And standing before her, his belt in his hand ready to do what she had dreamed of, Chrissy was more than willing to demean herself to accomplish her dream.
"Ooohh yesssss whiipp myy titties. Huurt themm. Makkke me beegg for the painnnn. Whipp them ohhh please Frankkk whipp themmmmm' hard. "
"Oh I will bitch. You just keep your hands out of the way and I'll whip them black and blue then fuck your slavish ass when I'm done."
"Yyyyyess whipp myyy titss... ahh fuckk myyy asss with your ccockk. Pleasssse Frank whippp myyy titss."
He saw her curl her fingers tighter around the tree branches. Her fingernails cutting into the thin bark. Her ass pressed into the tree trunk and she arched her chest forward, making her fat titties even more pronounced upon her quaking chest as he brought the belt back.
He paused in the back swing to gauge her reaction. The bitch actually smiled in anticipation.
Well, shit, so was he as he snapped it forward and it connected in a perfect line that bisected both pouting nipples with a screaming CRACK.
She came with the first kiss of his belt to her throbbing nuggets. She never wanted him to stop. Her first taste of leather generated pain to her boobs was out of this world. It was earth shattering.. It was... heaven and then some as he set up a rhythm of pain to her lucky titties.
Frank had never had such a slavish slut in his life. Oh sure, he had had his share of submissive sluts, but none compared with Chrissy. A few lkks of his belt to ass or tits was their limit. Not so Chrissy. Hell, the bitch kept begging for more and more. Harder and harder, and he was more than willing to cater to her lust.
The belt became a blur of black against the backdrop of green trees and leaves as it struck her offered titties again arid again. They turned red. Maroon. Purple. Black and blue, and still she remained in' position against the tree and begged for more and more. Both fat titties was totally devoid of pink flesh when his cock could wait no more.
Reaching up, he grabbed her elbows and pulled.
"On your hands and knees bitch." With a flick of his hands she tumbled to the ground.
Her knees took most of the fall. Giving her head a shake to clear the cobwebs, she lowered her hands to the pine needle ground and assumed the ordered position. On hands and knees she spread her legs and tipped up her ass for his promised fuck. Battered titties hanging down in a flame of colors, she shivered as she felt him kneel behind her.
God, what a slut! he thought as his eyes surveyed her kneeling before him. What tits! What an ass! What a slavish slut.
Taking his full weapon in his hand he pressed his cock head to her ass seam and smeared her abundant juices over its head. He didn't even have to dip it in her cunt. Her ass CRACK had more than enough to insure him that he wouldn't have a dry ride up her back track.
Her wrinkled opening was pulsating with lust as he pressed his cock head to it and began to iron out many of her wrinkles. Intelligently he knew her ass was virgin territory but it sure as hell didn't act like it was as her brownie flowered and allowed entry of his fat cock head. Shaking his head over that phenomenon he was further amazed as she sucked him so deep so fast that he actually felt his cock being jerked in.
"Aahh ddddammnit bitch easeeee up." Chrissy had absolutely no idea of what he was talking about as she felt her inner muscles wrap around his pumping shaft deep within her tugging depths. She wanted him even deeper as ripple after ripple of lust flowed through her dark passage. She came to the startling conclusion that ass fucking was just as much fun as pussy fucking, but he just wasn't quite deep enough.
"Aahhhhh Chhrisssst." It felt like the bitch was trying to pull his cock off and keep for her own. In an effort to dislodge himself for the terrifying threat of being unmaned, he spanked her ass as hard as he could.
"Aaaahhhgggguuuu." The bitch pulled him even deeper. But then... well, hell it did feel good to have his entire shaft tickled with her tightening inner muscles. He spanked her again.
"Aaaaahhggga. Fffuckkk mmmee biiitchhh." She thought that was what she was doing. Maybe she wasn't tight enough for him. She tightened down, an easy chore for her to do as his handsspanked her whipped ass.
"Aaahhhahhggaaaa." It was almost too much.
Dropping over her back Frank drove in all the way and stayed there as he~ muscles rippled, tugged and caressed his full length as he took possession of her hanging titties and held on for dear life. His cock exploded, filled up yet again and exploded in record time a~ he mauled her hanging titties until his hands began to cramp.
Totally wasted, he leaned up, pulled his flagging cock out of her and leaned back on his legs as he watched her twist and squirm before him in utter bliss.
No doubt about it. He planned on keeping Chrissy around for a long, long time. Of course there was the possibility that he just might need reinforcements to keep her under full control, but hell, what were friends for anyway. Yea, it was high time that he shared his good fortune.
It was time, however, to get the bitch home and make some future plans. .
THREE
"Punish me, Father, for I have done as you have always feared I would," Chrissy said as her father entered their home after work that night.
Chrissy had thought long and hard, not only about Frank and what they had done together and the promises of the future, but also about her dreams concerning her father. There was no denying that she loved him, as her father and as a lover in her life. Why else had she had such dreams of him over the years.
There was also the fact that what Frank had done to her body could not go unnoticed if her' father decided to punish her in the near future. Thus she had come to the only logical conclusion she could she'd tell her father of her transgressions and willing accept his punishment that she knew was forthcoming. There was also the hope that once he knew she was a virgin no longer he would want to sample her sexual charms along with punishing her as he had for years.
She had used the time between Frank dropping her off, with cryptic words of making herself available to him in the future, and her father's arrival well. Undressing, showering and donning just a simple belt tied robe, she had waited for his arrival.
The instant she heard his car in the driveway she had made her way to the front door. Dropping to her knees and loosening the belt of her robe, she had waited. The moment he opened the door she had said her words, words that she had practiced in the intervening time that she knew would raise his ire. She also hoped it would raise libido.
Letting the robe slip from her shivering body, she said, "I am just like my mother and have taken a lover. Punish me for my error, Father. Punish me severely" I beg of you."
Eyes downcast, kneeing on the floor, she had a very clear view of the attention Frank had given her slavish titties. They were aflame with dark, vivid colors that she knew her father could see even with her head lowered and her hair hiding some of the marks. What she couldn't understand was his continued silence.
The instant he opened the door and saw his daughter kneeling on the floor before him, Harold knew that something was amiss. But her words had totally shocked him into silence.
Who?
How?
When?
Even before she had slipped her robe off he had seen enough to know she had spoken the truth. Several dark marks were visible in the V opening of her robe and he knew for damned sure he had not put those marks on her.
So, he thought, she is like her mother. A lover indeed. The bastard was a hell of a lot more than a mere lover, her marked flesh was ample proof of that fact. The question was, what was her game? In the next instant he knew. His daughter 'had reached sexual maturity and was just as slutish as her mother. The main difference being the way in which she went about fulfilling her needs.
Catherine snuck around, screwing anything with a cock behind his back. Not so their daughter. No, the invitation was there for him to see. His cock rose to the occasion. He knew that if he waited long enough a scene like today would come his way. Not only was Chrissy begging him to punish her as she d
eserved, but to also become her lover as well. ' He smiled and eagerly accepted the assigned role.
He did, however, need to know a bit more.
Gathering his soaring thoughts, he looked down at his kneeling daughter as he adjusted his cock in his pants. "You say you have taken a lover and I know that to be true for you could not have done that to yourself. What you didn't tell me was, did you resist his attentions or where you his willing slut?"
Chrissy smiled behind her hanging hair. "I... ahh was his willing slut, Father, and should be so punished for it."
"And you shall. Go to the punishment room. No," he added as she was reaching for her discarded robe, "there is no need to hide your shame from me. I know what you are: A slutish bitch just like your mother. I learned of her transgressions too late. I am not too late with you. You have told me and shown. me your shame and I will punish you accordingly as you wisely knew I would. I will beat the lust out of you. Go!"
Leaving the robe on the floor Chrissy stood, and With more pride than the moment called for she straightened her shoulders, thrusting out' her marked chest and colorful titties. Making sure her father had a good view of each and every mark Frank had given her, she turned and almost sauntered down the hall to the punishment room.
It was exactly like she had left it, and with a smile, she walked over and reached for the hanging chains that held her wrist bands. Sliding her hands through the openings she managed to fasten them to her as she stood in the center of the room instead of bound to the post as in the past. She wanted her body totally available for what she hoped her father would do to her.
Spreading her legs as she knew her father like her to do, she felt a shiver of unadulterated lust flow through her veins. God, just think! Frank and her father within hours of each other. How he body would sing with the pain she adored.
Harold did not immediately follow his daughter to the room. No, he made a side trip to his. Bead of sweat forming on his brow he walked over to the closet and opened the door. Bending down, h picked up the box on the floor, stood up, and carried it to his bed.
Laying the box on the bedspread, he opened it almost reverently and gazed at the contents within How many long nights had he dreamed of us in them he had no way of knowing. But he did know that the day had finally arrived. He also knew that there would be no turning back after tonight. No tonight he would finally fuck his daughter. Beat her, fuck her, and beat her some more. And if his cock was up to it, he'd fuck her until he could fuck no more.
Taking the box with him, he walked down the hallway and entered the punishment room. He almost dropped the box when he saw her before him. Jesus H. Fucking Christ but she was begging for it and he was more than willing to give it to her. In spades. In CRACKing leather. In punishing metal. In stuffing toys.
Regaining his composure, he set the box on the table that normally held her clothing. Of course there was no clothing on it tonight. Nor would there be in the future for that matter. No, their entire relationship had suddenly changed. For the definite better, too. "And just where the hell did you allow your so called lover to fuck you?" It was time to learn of her wants, he decided as he took the first item out of the box.
"In. .. in my cunty ahh and ass, Father. I was his utter aa... and devoted slut. I begged him for every lash and fuck. I had no shame, Father, and deserve to be punished for it. Please punish m... my slutish ways. I ahh know I don't deserve your love but I need it, Father. Punish me that I ahh might be worthy of your love again. Please punish me."
"You are right. You don't deserve my love. But if you are truly desiring of it, I will punish your guilt away and renew you with my' love that you really don't deserve after such conduct."
"Oh I do want your love, Father. I will do whatever you deem necessary to regain it. I ahh know I don't deserve it, but I do need it. I will not fight you in any way, but take any measures you think necessary. Beat me until I faint from the pain I don't care, just forgive me."
"We will see if your words are true and if you are really penitent. Give me your left ankle and we will begin you just punishment."
Through passion constricted eyes she looked at him and saw he held another band, like the ones holding her wrists, in his hand. Bringing her legs together, she used her right for support and raised the left. She quickly learned that her father was just as talented at ankle bands as he was at wrist bands and it less than a minute both ankles were surrounded in stiff, padded bands.
Her eyes watched his each and every move as he again took something out of the box he had brought into the room. The distinct clatter of chains could be heard before she saw them. Wide eyes she watched him attach the chains to the hooks in her ankle bands and knew that something totally different was about to occur.
Sliding a stool over, he stood up on it, one of the. chains in his hand. "Raise your foot."
His voice had a distinctly different sound to it as she did as ordered and watched as he pulled the chain, her leg attached to the end of it, up to a hook embedded in the comer of the ceiling. Chrissy felt the instant strain on her shoulders as her supporting foot was pull out from under her.
A slide of the stool, another order to raise her other foot, and soon both legs were raised and spread so wide that she could easily feel the much cooler air on her opened cunty. Wondering what that fact might portent, she hung silently as he again returned to the mysterious box.
What he next withdrew from it was no mystery. Oh, yes, she easily recognized the flare tipped crop he extracted. And with her vulnerable pussy spread and easily accessible she had damned few doubts as to where she would be feeling it. A shutter of pure, undiluted lust coursed through her at that thought and she knew that she wanted her pussy whipped by that shinny crop her father held in his hand as he stepped between her legs.
"He fucked your pussy, therefore, it deserves to be punished by me, doesn't it, Chrissy?"
God, oh God!, were her dreams ever coming true in fast order.
"I... ahh yess. Whipppp my slutish pussy, Father. Whipp it hardd to wipe out the shame I ahh have brought you. Whippp myyy pusssy Father whippppp it hard and long."
Harold knew he had been right to wait for this moment. His daughter's lust, his training of her, and his desires were finally to be fulfilled. No more lonely nights standing outside her room only listening to her moans of passion. No more nights spend beating his own flesh to relieve the ache in his loins. His slutish, slavish daughter would take care of all those needs from now on.
Who gave a damn if others betook them too. He'd get as much as he could handle. Maybe even more than he could handle. He knew he was too damned old to satisfy all her sexual needs, but she was young enough to satisfy his, with ample left over for him to punish her for. Oh yea. Ample.
Eyes staring at the dark pink that was glistening between her open bound legs was a blessed target. Raising the crop up and over his shoulder his aim was perfect. The flared end smashed directly over every pulsating inch of her cunty.
The intensity was so-o intense. Every nerve ling she owned between her legs was throbbing exquisite, loving pain. She could no longer distinguish between her shattering climaxes. The previous pains in her titties and ass converged to 1d with those her father was giving her in her begging snatch. She throbbed. She ached. She went from one climax to the next with each stroke he gave her.
Harold concluded that if he wasn't hurting her he never would, but he had other thoughts drives that needed urgent attention. Laying a I hefty three into her dark red groove he unzipped his strained zipper and freed his raging cock. It was time that fellow got some very personalized attention from his slavish daughter.
Unsnapping his pants they fell to the floor with whisper as he aimed his shaft at her reddish led slot and drove in with one mighty jab. Her ting tube sucked him deep as his balls spanked ass CRACK.
"Yyeeeessss ahhhhhh ayeessssss fuckkkk mmeee"
Damn stupid plea in his opinion. For Christ's sake he was fucking her. Fucking harder and deeper than he had ever done before. But even with all of that he knew she was not content. Again taking a firm grip on the crop still in his hand, he brought it down to her flopping titties.
WHACK!
Her tit flesh surrounded the black snapping leather swallowing it before letting it pounce back for the next.
Fill her he would, with both pain and his raging cock that sputtering and spitting in her tugging sheath of inflamed passion. He reveled in his pumping discharge, not at all disappointed that it had happened so soon. No, not in the least because he knew that he was far, damned far from finished with her for the night.
Jerking his limp tool out of her he shakily walked around her. Reaching up, with a flick of his fingers, he unhooked her wrist bands and watched in delight as she flopped back and forth from her ankles. He gave each upside down titties five solid CRACKs of the trop as she submissively placed her hands on the floor, not trying in the least to stop him in any way.
God! she was even better than he had hoped she was he finally understood the final ingredient of daughter. She did not have to be bound to be punished. The slut would give him anything he wanted. In any form. She hadn't voice complaint lber one at the incest they had just finished.
Why in the hell had he waited so damned long? I, he for damned sure wasn't going to wait any longer. Stepping around her flopping form he stood behind her as he eyes her opened ass seam. Without moment of hesitation, he CRACKed the crop in her ass seam and smashed her winking brownie.
He fucked your ass, didn't he, slut?"
"Yyyeeeessss ahhh yeessss punishhh iiitt tooooo."
His daughter came up with the damnedest pleas. He was punishing her fucked asshole.
WHACK!
WHACK!
The tannish skin soon turned a deep red as the became a blur as it slammed into her ass CRACK each popping sound that echoed around the . Then, for the hell of it, he would occasionally use it on her beaten cunty. All of which, he noted, she gave her avid approval to.
So much for a wife that snuck around. He had a much better replacement. A daughter that literally d for the pain and fucking. Life couldn't be better. Let the bitch get her jollies with others, lave his when she came home and begged for more.
WHACK!
WHACK!
Harold was so engrossed in the flight of the descending and raising weapon in his hand he almost missed the rise of a different kind of weapon. But when he did he took full advantage of it.
Prying her hot flesh apart he stood up on his tip toes and aimed. It was a very accurate aim and his cock was instantly swallowed by her dark depths as he reached around her and plied crop to upside down titties as he fucked away in her ass.
Chrissy was almost unconscious with pain, passion and being upside down that it was all she could do to breath as wave after wave of climatic lust flowed through her. Vaguely she knew her father was whipping her ass, her cunt, and her titties, but it made no difference except to raise her lust to an even higher level. Hanging limp, arms down, hands not stopping anything her father wanted to give her, Chrissy was in heaven.
In the span of a few short hours 'her pussy had been double fucked. Her ass was getting its second taste of man juice and her body throbbed with the painful lust she had been trained to love. What more could a gal ask for?
She knew the answer to that. Not a damned thing. Except for it to continue. And continue forever and ever. No longer would she be forced to soothe her own desires, she had others who demanded to do that for her and she blessed them both as somewhere, deep in her imagination she thought of adding others to the game of pain and passion as she felt her father bath her asshole in his spurting cream.
An hour later she wasn't so sure that others would needed after all.
She was firmly tucked into bed. Tied spread eagle 1 her bed, a fat, vibrating dildo up her ass, another le up her pussy, she was anything but relaxed and lout to go to sleep. Around her waist was a slender leather belt. Attached to that one was the one that n through her female parts holding both buzzing dildos in place. And then there was the added fact .at her father had attached clamps to her nipples too before retiring for the night in his bed to sleep.
But Chrissy doubted that she would be getting any sleep at all. No, the dual penetration of her body, each tingling vibration that they gave her precluded any thoughts of sleep through the night. Hell, who could when every few minutes she was shattering into a climax?
But who was she to complain. She was exactly where she wanted to be. Being treated exactly as she wanted to be treated. And then there was the t that come morning and school she'd be seeing Frank again. And of course after that her father would be coming home.
Her fantasies were again interrupted as she flew over the edge yet again.
As dawn broke over the horizon she was almost delirious. She had long ago lost all count of the times her body had exploded in shattering climaxes.
She felt utterly drained.
Until, that is, she saw her father enter her room, the crop in his hand and a smile on his face.
"Are you going to punish me some more, Father for my sins ?"
"I am, daughter. That I am as soon as you tell me where the sins remain."
Chrissy smiled and arched up her stuffed pussy for him to see. "Mmyy ahh pussy is ahh far from truly penitent, Father. As are my titties."
"Then I shall attend to them accordingly, just as soon as I hear your pleas that I do so, slut."
FOUR
"Ohhh please punish my pussy and naughty titties, Father. Punish them severely until they can take no more of their earned pain."
"So I shall, but the strap is in the way of your sluttish clit, isn't it?"
"YYess remove the strap aannnd whippp my clitty for the shame I have brought you. Whipp itt ahh hard and long. Whipp my ditty, mmyya cunty and myy titties until you cleanse them with youaa forgiveness and love. Please ahh punish mee fully."
Harold had not sleep a wink regardless of what his daughter had thought. No, he had spent the night listening to her groans, her moans, her shattering climaxes as he planned and dreamed of what was to come. He knew that he had far from reached her full potential of either pain or fucking as her gasping sounds proved through the night.
He knew her young body could take much, much more of both pain and fucking. Much more in fact that he could possibly see to. But that fact bothered him not at all. She would tend to his needs and that, really, was all he truly cared about. Let other rutting guys have at her too, what did he care as long as he himself was taken care of in every way.
His last view of his daughter had stayed in his mind's eye the entire night. Bound to her bed, a strap holding both dildos in her central openings, the pinching clamps on her aroused nipples had filled his each and every thought. That and her continued moans.
But mind's eye memory was no longer needed.
He had the real thing before him. His daughter, bound to her bed, begging for yet some more. And he was more than willing, anxious in fact, to give it to. her. What better way to start a day than by beating pussy and fat titties and fucking?
None. Absolutely none at all.
He raised the crop and again aimed at the flared juncture of her legs. WHACK again filled his ears and senses as her juices literally splashed against his bare leg beside her bed. He then gave each clamped nipple a kiss of leather before removing strap and clamps. Once again totally accessible the crop again became a black blur against her body.
WHACK!
WHACK!
WHACK!
To throbbing clit. To left nipple. To right nipple. He rotated around her body with the crop until he could no longer withhold his built up lusts. Dropping between her legs he drove in with one stroke as he lay there and let her take care of the fuck, which she more than adequately did. Clamping a sucking mouth to her whipped nipple he didn't fuck her at all Instead he let her fuck him until he shattered, gasped and pulled away.
Bending over, untying one of the ropes that held her hands to the bed, he said, "Finish releasing yourself and get ready for school. And if I find out that you have sinned again I will be twice as harsh tonight. Understand, slut?"
"I... yess, Father I ahh understand. But ahh if I ahh should again become so weak as to ahh submit to my baser desires, I ahh will tell you again." ''And you should. For your own good." "Yes ahh Father. For my ahh own good."
.....
Unfortunately Chrissy had no new sins to confess to when her father arrived home that night. She had not seen Frank all day. He hadn't been in her class, and hadn't called her after school, in fact she didn't see him until she opened her door Saturday afternoon.
"Ahh Frank."
"Hi, bitch. Miss me," he asked as he walked right past her and entered her house.
"I... ahh yes. Frank?"
"What," was again flung over his shoulder as he calmly walked into the living room and sat down on one of the chairs and knowingly smiled at the man m the one opposite.
"You must be Chrissy's father. Right?"
"I... ahh yes, I am. Who the hell are you?"
Name s Frank. I'm the one who took your daughter's cherry, whipped her ass and tits then fucked her ass. Who the hell else did you think I might be."
Seeing that he had effectively stopped her old man in his tracks, Frank leaned back in the chair.
Then with a wiggle of his finger, he ordered Chrissy to come to him. None of the three occupants of the room was surprised when she did. A second later she was sprawled across his lap, ass up.
Any objections, Mr. McGleen?"
Chrissy looked through her hanging hair at her father, but he made no reply to Frank's words.
Frank noticed his silence too, along with the faint blush that spread across his face as he looked at his daughter lying across his lap.
Smiling, not taking his eyes off her father, Frank raised Chrissy's skirt and pulled down her panties. One look at her ass was all it took, and he laughed.
"I see you all ready know I fucked your daughter. Gave her another strapping, I see. Did you finally fuck her too?"
Harold could only nod his head at the brash man's question.
"Thought you'd get around to that too. You've got quite a daughter here, Mr. McGleen. Quit a daughter. But then I'm sure you know that. So," he drew out as he gave Chrissy's ass a good healthy swat "where does that leave us?"
Harold couldn't help but blink at the audacity of the man who had just spanked his daughter in front of him. "Leave us? I don't understand."
Giving Chrissy another swat, he said, "Just what I asked. Where does that leave us? I am not about to relinquish your daughter to only you. Hell, there's no way you can handle her anyway. To put it bluntly, I want her and if you don't interfere I'm willing to share her with you. If, on the other hand, you think you can fight me over her, I'll simply take her away. And don't think I can't, because I assure you I can and will."
Harold believed every word he spoke. "I see." Pausing to collect his jumbled thoughts, he said, "You are right, I can't control her. Nor do I think I can totally please her. Therefore, I can only concede to your ahh suggestion, shall we say." "Smart man, Mr. McGleen. Smart man. So here's how we are going to work things out. Chrissy will remain living here and you can beat and fuck her to your heart's content. I, on the other hand, will be offered complete and total freedom to come and go as I wish. Along with any friends I so invite.
Accepted?"
What damn choice did he have? None. Not a damned one and he knew it. So did the man who he still didn't know his name. "Quite acceptable. Is it permissible to know who the hell will be practically living with us?"
"Name's Frank Morgan." Giving Chrissy's ass another spank, he tossed her on the floor. "Come on, bitch." Turning back to her father, he added, "Oh, by the way. While we are out why don't you have a key of the house made for me. That way I won't have to break in." Harold nodded his head as he casually left the room, Chrissy in his wake. Somehow he knew it was a telling fact that she hadn't raised her lowered panties as she hurried after him. A few seconds later he heard two car doors shut and a car pull away.
Well, so much for me being in control, he thought as he wiped the built up sweat from his dripping face and leaned back in the chair for support.
.....
"Any questions, bitch," he finally said breaking the silence of the past ten minutes as he drove out of town.
"I... ahh no. No questions, Frank."
"Good. Then get those damn childish clothes off so I can see your fat titties."
"Y... yes, Frank. Of course."
If she lived to be a hundred Chrissy knew that she would never forget what had just happened back at her house. The way her father had so easily surrender to Frank, had all but ordered him to make their house available to him, the way he had spanked her ass right in front of him... No, she would never forget that. Nor would she ever doubt that Frank was man enough for her.
Her fingers flew over her buttons, snaps and hooks. Less than two minutes later she was gloriously naked in the front seat of Frank's car as they sped down the road, destination unknown.
"Ah, I see he didn't stop at whipping just your ass, did he. Quite colorful titties and pussy, bitch. Tell me, how many times did you come when he did that?"
"I... ahhh I don't remember, Frank."
"Too many, huh?" "Y... yess, too many. May I ah ask where we are going?"
"No. All you need to know is that I'll take care of you. Got it, bitch?"
"I ahh got it, Frank."
"Good. You any good at sucking cock!" "I ahh I've never done it before."
"Well then, no time like the present to learn, is there. Get your mouth on my cock and get it there now, bitch."
"Yyes, Frank."
Bending over, lying on the seat, she brought her face to his crotch. "Wh... what should I do now?"
"For Christ's sake, open my pants and pull my cock out. Damn are you totally stupid." "No ahh not stupid, Frank, just ahh inexperienced is all. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Gladly."
"Right. So get it out."
Working with fingers that seemed suddenly uncoordinated, twisting around his arms and the steering wheel, she accomplished her assigned task and his cock more or less jumped out at her. Knowing just the bare minimum of cock sucking, she licked the mushroom shaped head and lapped up a pearly drop that had been decorating it.
"Mummmmm. "
"Nice touch. Lick it some more, slut."
"Mumm, yess."
Chrissy had been fucked in her pussy and her ass the grand total of two times in each. But this was her very first encounter of a cock in or even near her mouth and she was very eager to learn what she could.
Extending her tongue she ran it over the fat head, down each vein under his skin, across the ridge that ran the length of it, to the mass of short curling hairs at its base and instantly concluded that sucking cock was one of life's greatest pleasures as Frank allowed her to get acquainted with his throbbing shaft.
What she had no way of knowing was her amateurish actions were driving him wild. He could name the number of times gals had given him blow jobs, but not one of them made him feel like the bitch leaning over it now. Every tentative flick, each swab, each puff of expelled breath upon it made him fear instant explosion. Only by sheer will power did he manage to retain some measure of control, and that was rapidly slipping.
Knowing he needed to regain his slipping control before he shamed himself and shot off like a virgin with his first fuck, he said, "Raise your slutish ass, bitch so I can spank it while you suck me deep."
That was one order she was very eager to obey. Sucking cock was nice, but while being spanked...
Oh, yeaaaa. Pulling her legs under her she raised her willing ass for his hand as she finally wrapped her lips around his cock head and sucked it in her mouth.
CRACK greeted her ass and ears as the fat head slid across her tongue and pressed against her throat. I wonder how much I can take, she said to herself as CRACK! "Mumm" and a shiver gave her goose bumps. CRACK. The fat wedge of his cock head pressed against the opening of her throat, pushing the slick walls apart.
CRACK, "Mummm," and it popped into her throat and started sliding down the rippling tube that brought both food and air to her body. It was now bringing something totally different. A cock. CRACK.
He filled her throat to the limit. Not able to give anymore it wrapped tightly around the sliding length as she gave up all thoughts of breathing. CRACK.
Her ass was warming up, so was her throbbing throat as another inch made its way down.
CRACK and she swallowed her gag reflex and took him as deep as he could go. Feeling his curling hairs tickle her nose Chrissy knew that she had all of him that he had to offer. Why then did she seem to want more? as she pressed even harder into his puffing body.
CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, the bitch was driving him wild. Didn't she ever breathe? It was like she had millions of tiny fingers running up and down her throat, each determined to unman him in record time. She'd never sucked a cock in her entire life. Not that it made one damned difference when his seeds spiraled up his shaft and splashed into her gullet.
CRACK filled her ass cheeks as her throat expanded more than she thought it capable of expanding as she felt the unmistakable throbbing that indicated that he was coming. And that, my dear Frank, was not to her liking.
Pulling her head back so his spurting jets landed on her tongue Chrissy got her first, but far from her last, taste of man cream shooting off in her delighted mouth. Tongue swirling, collecting each spitting spurt, she lapped them up with gusto that she couldn't not disguise as her ass heated up more and more.
Cock sucking was fine. But cock sucking in combination with a spanked ass was grand as she felt the, of hopefully many, tremors roll through her. Then thinking that if she kept him hard he'd be more willing to continue the fun that had just begun, Chrissy used every skill, new, imagined, and unknown to keep his shaft at full extension.
Tongue swirling, lips tugging, teeth threatening, she licked up every drop he offered as his hand reigned down swat after swat to her warm ass until his fingers clamped down on her hair and pulled her off.
"Damn... ahh cool it bitch." Tossing her across the car he brought a hand to his aching cock just to reassure himself that it was still there and not in her possession as he had feared.
Shit, no doubt about. Chrissy McGleen was a definite handful whether by mouth, ass or cunt. No thought 1t capable of expanding wonder her flagging old man didn't argue with his stand because there was no way he could come close to meeting her demands. He was even more sure that he would not be enough for her too. Not that it bothered him all that much, but still it was a bit disheartening all the same.
Shit, so much for the negative. "Head in my lap, titties up for attention, bitch."
She almost made him groan as her head pressed against his still hard cock as she flopped over in instant obeyance.
"What did he whip your pussy with, slut?"
"A... ah crop."
"Describe it to me."
"It ahh it's about three, three and a half feet long... ahh leather, with with dd... doubled over flared her off endddd," God was it ever hard to concentrate and talk while Frank worked her titties like so much putty. "It aah itt is stiff shafted yet ah flexible too. Black leather with ahh loop to wrap around the wrist."
"Sounds interesting. Feel better than a belt to you slutish flesh?"
"Yy... ahhh yeess muchh ahh better. It ahh hassss ahh more control than a belt does, Frank, tooo ahh hit select spots."
He knew just what spots had been selected too. The flaming color of her bruised clit, puffy pussy, ass CRACK and rock hard nipples gave him that answer without being asked. Maybe her old man did have a thing or two to show him after all. More money to buy them too.
Stopping at a stop sign he lowered his head to see what his hand was doing to her fat titties. It was doing just fine. A new reddish glow covered both of them. Her nipples were hard and puckered, but then he'd never seen them when they weren't, and the distinct scent of her drooling snatch were all in evidence. Nope, no doubt about it, Chrissy like tit attention very much as she squirmed on the seat beside him as he pulled away from the stop sign.
"Like your fat titties played with, don't you bitch."
"Yyyess ahh ooh yesss." "Your old man did a fine job of whipping them, but did he tie them up while he did? Huh? Ever had you fat titties all tied up in rope?"
"Naaaa ahh no ahh never. Is ahh that what you're going ahh to do to them, Frank?"
"Among other things. Why, the thought of your fat titties in rope make you hot, slut?"
"Ahh roaringggg ahhhot. Ww... what else you going to ahh do to them Frank?" "Lots of things bitch. A whole lot of things, bitch. Roping them is just for starters. Hell, if you're real good I might even brand them for you, slut. How about that. Want you titties branded, slut?"
God! what a thought. "Wwhh... whatever you want ahh to do to them Frank isss ahh fine by me. I'm ahh yours to ahh do with what you want. Your ahh bitch. Your aaaaaaagggga slut."
Pinching the shit out of her nipple, he said, "Say it all bitch."
Hands fisted at her sides to keep them from relieving some of the pain his hand was giving her tits, she saw him not only pinch it, but twist around until the skin wrinkled as she knew the final degradation he was demanding of her.
"lii... I'm your ahh slave. Your sluttish, whorish ahh slave."
"And who am I?"
"You ahhh you're my Master. My ahh owner. Mmmy life, Master."
"You bet your fat titties I am, and don't you ever forget it, bitch." "I ahhh I won't, ahh Master. I won't."
"Best not, bitch."
Reaching his destination he turned off the car, and said, "Sit up, slave. Time for the fun and extended training to begin."
Bringing her shaking body to an upright position Chrissy looked around. Another secluded section of woods greeted her eyes. It was not, however, empty. Another car was parked next to Frank's. She knew that was no fluke, but preplanned as she looked around for the occupant.
"That's right, slut. I've invited a friend to join us and you will obey him just as you do me. Right?" "
I ahh right, Master. I ahh will obey him too."
"Bet your fat titties you will, or suffer the consequences. You fuck up and I'll brand more than your fat titties. I'll bum your damned clit until it's a cinder. Now get out of the car."
A mixture of dread and avid eagerness accompanied her exit from the car. Standing on shaking legs, feet being poked by junk on the ground, Chrissy stood submissively at the door until Frank joined her with a coil of rope in his hand that she had no idea of where it came from.
"Lesson one in tit bondage, slave. Offer them up to the rope."
Cool fingers slid up her rib cage and cupped her hot tits as Frank uncoiled the rope in his hand so she could see three separate strands. Two short, one a bit longer.
Squeeze your left tit at the base while I get this where it belongs.
Elbows forward and out of the way as much as possible
possible, she squashed the base of her tit as Frank began to wrap the rope around it. One loop Two. The third one digging under both of them as she pulled her hands away. They were no longer needed. The rope cutting into her flesh was firmly anchored as more loops wrapped around it until it puckered at the base and ballooned beyond.
The right followed in like manner except he wound the rope in the opposite direction for reason she didn't understand. Didn't that is until he grabbed both hanging ends and tied them together in the center of her aching chest.
With a gleam in his eye, he tied the third strand to the two others to form a leash. A leash he used to lead her further into the woods with. He gave no consideration to her bare feet, nor to the obstacles he forced over and around. Every time she slacked he pulled her leash unto she knew her bound tits were a good foot longer than at the beginning. Well, at least in feel they were. In Reality only a few inches of her skin stretched to accommodate the strain applied to them.
By the time she heard the unmistakable sound of another human being her titties were well on their way to bring on a shattering climax.
Another, smaller clearing opened in front of her as Frank pulled her into it. She instantly saw the other man.
She had never seen him before in her life but what she saw lying around in casual display in the clearing told her who he was. He was a Master. A demanding Master.
A CRACKling fire, two duffel bags bulging with all kind of evil looking things spilling open, the ropes hanging down from tree limbs and the look in his eyes as he looked at her told her that fact. He smiled at her human leash, at her bloated and bound titties and cringed when he looked at her free hands. He knew her just as she knew him.
He was a Master. She was a slave. A willing slave who allowed herself to be lead by ropes to her bound tits. He smiled.
"Nice touch Frank. Bring her over here and introduce her to me."
Giving the rope a unnecessary jerk, Frank pulled her over to the smiling man.
"John, Chrissy, our slave. Chrissy, my brother John who taught me all I know about giving pain."
"But not all I know, little brother," came his smiling reply to his brother's words of introduction."So, tell me Chrissy, are you a slave by choice?"
"I ahh... yess."
"My slave by choice?"
What an outrageously exciting conversation. "Y... yes ahh Master John. I ahh am your slave by choice."
"Good. And how do good slaves greet their masters ?"
How did she answer that? "I ahh I don't know Master. I ahh I've only been aaha slave for a fe~ minutes. How ahhha should I greet you?"
"Good question. How do you think you should greet me?"
"On my knees?"
John smiled. A nice start. Why don't you try it and see if it pleases me."
It really wasn't a question. She didn't take it as such either. She took it the way it was intended. As an order, and dropped to her knees. Unfortunately, or was it fortunately, Frank did not allow any slack in her connecting rope and pulled the shit out of her bound boobs.
"Aaaaahhhhaaaa."
Back arched, titties pointed skyward she saw John's smile through her tears as she forced her hands to remain at her sides instead of reaching for the painful rope.
"Ah yes, pain is a nice touch too, slave, but you are missing the most important ingredient. An opened pussy."
Another statement that was an explicit order brought her shaking hands to her flooding snatch. Using the first two fingers and thumb of each hand, she pulledher pussy lips apart, so her Master could see what he wanted.
"Very good. See that in the future you greet me correctly slave."
"I ahh, yes, Master. I ahh will."
"And just how will you do that?"
"On ahh on my knees, in pain, with my ahh pussy opened, Master."
"Correct. Make sure you don't forget. Any questions?"
"Ahhh yes, Master. The pain? Ahh how?"
"If not supplied, you are to furnish it yourself. Either by actions or implements. Understand?"
"I ahh, yes, Master. I ahh understand."
"Good. Now stand and let and let me inspect you, slave."
Not knowing if should say anything or not, Chrissy the pulling pressure of the ropes around her aching tits and rose to her feet an shaking legs. Seeing his frown as he looked at her pussy, hands back and opened it for him. His frown disappeared and she knew she had acted correctly.
"Not bad, little brother. Not bad at all. With a bit of training she will be quite good. Nice fat titties. They look very good in the ropes. A wet pussy that her true status as a slave. You are to be commended. First class material, brother. Assuming she is trainable."
"She is trainable, John. Have no fears about that. On our very first date, I whipped her ass and fat titties, fucked her cherry and virgin ass. As much as I hate to admit it, her father has begun her training very well, for an old duffer.
"Ah yes, the father. Tell me about him."
Frank related what had happened when he had picked her up, and what Chrissy had told him, and John was pleased.
"Any other toys beside the crop?" "I didn't bother to look. We can do that when we go back. You can stay in the spare bedroom.
They have four. One for Chrissy, one the old man's, what is called the punishment room, and another one. I'm sure that he will not give you any troubles. I told him to have a key made. You can use that if you want."
"I'm sure it will come in handy. So, what are we to do with our new slave?"
"As you said, John, you're the expert and I'm still learning."
"Wise words, Frank. And what about you," he asked as he turned to Chrissy.
Somehow she got the distinct impression that he really was not asking her opinion, and wisely answered in what she hoped was the correct way.
FIVE
"I am your slave, Master. I will do as you bid me in all things." That, she decided, sounded good. Now all she needed to do was live up to her words and hope she could.
"Nice touch, slave." Then taking the connecting rope from his brother's hand, he placed it in hers. "Why don't you go over there and pick out a toy or two to use on your sluttish body."
Again it was not a question, but an order. Shivering at the coiled rope in her hand she made her legs obey her and walk toward the bag he had pointed to across the clearing.
She stopped a good four steps away in total dread? Anxiety? Excitement? at the contents spilling out of the opened bag in front of her. It was literally crammed full of all kinds of evil looking things. Things like whips, and straps, clamps, and chains. Hunks of rolled up leather that somehow she knew were blindfolds, harnesses and other things she had only vaguely dreamed about. And it was all right there in front of her, waiting for her to make her selection.
God! it was unreal and exciting as hell as she took the remaining steps and dropped to dirty knees once again. Kneeling just as reverently as she had before John. Her eyes worshipped the spilling contents as her heart began a rapid beating in her chest that she was sure would make it explode.
Anything but calm fingers reached out to touch, caress, the beguiling sights before her. The smooth, slick feel of treated leather. The cool harshness of gleaming metal. The enticing touch of rubberized flesh-like skin coating dildo after dildo. Her first contact with such items happening only days ago in her own bedroom.
She wanted them all! Wanted to feel each and every item on and in her. To squirm under the pain they could give. To stretch under their stuffing fullness. To caress, taunt, tempt and tend her slavish desires.
"I think, little brother, that you have finally succeeded. Look at her! She's practically drooling over what most sane people would cringe from."
"Better than Mary, huh?"
"No comparison, Frank. None at all. And a place to live at thrown in the bargain. You know," he paused to give his brother a smile, "I just might have to postpone my trip to California for her. Or take her along with me."
"No way, John. I want her too. You may be the more experienced of us, but I want a slave too. After all, it does run in the family, now doesn't it."
"That it does, Frank. That it does. We are what, the fifth or sixth generation of Morgans to play the pain game with willing slave?"
"I believe father said he was the fifth, making us the sixth. As if it really makes a difference, which it doesn't. We, too, will one day open our own sex for sale place and maybe Chrissy will be our first slave up for bid. What say you?"
"Definite possibilities, Frank. Definite possibilities for sure. A little more training, increase her pain tolerance, and it is a very good possibility.
But," slapping his brother on the back, "that is in the future. What say we take care of the here and now." "By all means.
Think we should brand her today?"
"No. Let's keep that joy for a later time. There are still many things to train her at. Beginning, I believe, with her fabulous fat tit's. God, where did you ever find her in that stinking school anyway?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. She dresses like a twelve-year-old. Frumpy, outdated and no style at all. Believe me, it took a good dose of imagination just to think of her as having tits, let alone fat ones that love pain."
"Well, I'll have to take your word for it, because I sure as hell wouldn't believe it of her now. Not the way her body looks anyway. Think her father will give us any hassle?"
"Not in the least. He seems quite manageable as long as he gets a fuck now and then. And of course gets to whip the shit out of her."
"Think she can take all three of us on?" "I do, but judge for yourself, John. Ahh," looking at the female under discussion, he said, "I do believe she has finally made her selection. If I'm not mistaken, she had chosen a crop very much like the one she described dear old papa using on her.
Wonder what else she picked out."
Chrissy wasn't quite sure what she had selected but that didn't stop her from pulling them out of the bag and laying them on the ground next to It as she saw John and Frank approach her. Still not real sure of just how she was to act around them, she lowered her head and tried like hell to look submissive and slave-like.
The two men stood over her making her feel small and defenseless, both of which she enjoyed the hell out of, as her eyes remained glued to the items she had withdrawn from the overflowing bag before her. A crop, a couple of fat dildos, a double layered strap, two sets of bands, and two sets of clamps that she assumed could be attached to either nipples or cuntal lips. Lying next to them was a nylon bag containing a huge assortment of weights in a variety of styles, shapes and sizes.
Using the toe of his boot, John poked her flared ass, and said, "Stand up, slave." Her instant compliance made him smile as he saw she still held the rope to her bound titties in her hand. "Walk over to that tree and wait for us."
Her eyes followed his pointing finger, and soon so did her body. It didn't take much intelligence on her part to stand directly under the two ropes hanging down from the tree limb above her. Not knowing what else to do, she lowered her head, smiled at the discoloration and swelling of her titties, and spread her legs and waited for the next scene to develop.
A silent man took the rope from her hand, and by the shadows on the ground, she saw him toss the end over the same branch above her and wondered at his intent. But she voiced not one word as another hand took her left wrist and wrapped it inside one of the bands. Her right was soon encased too and both wrists were pulled over her head.
She could feel the ropes sliding through the rings of the bands and before she was really ready for it, her wrists were raising her off the ground. Up and up her body followed her pulled Wrists as a definite strain developed in her shoulders. Other than a slight moan she made no protest as she swung slightly a good foot off the ground and the ropes were tied off.
John, standing in front of her, said, "Look at me, slave. I want to see your expressions."
Her eyes snapped to his at his command. They also saw in their sweep upward that he was holding the rope attached to her bound titties in his hand.
Somewhere, deep in her fertile mind, a chilling thought came to her.
He wouldn't!
Or would he?
She saw his hands wrap around the rope and inch by slow torturous slow inch, he began to pull on the rope. She felt her titties jerk as the rope slid over the rough bark as inch by dreadful inch they rose up her chest. Her body tipped forward as her titties began to take some of her weight by the connecting ropes.
Up and up they continued to rise. Mid chest. To upper chest. It felt like they were being wedged under her chin and still they continued to climb up her torso.
The skin around the compressed bases of her titties began to pinch and crinkle and still he pulled.
But not once did she break eye contact with her tormentor. Her body no longer perpendicular to the ground, her tits finally blocked her eye contact with John.
Chrissy knew that all she had to do to relieve the terrible strain on her tits was to use her arms to hold her body. But that she didn't want to do. For some reason she knew it would eventually do no good.
Oh sure, at first she would be able to hold her weight, but not in the long run. Besides, she loved the constricted, bloated, stretched feeling of her' pain filled titties.
"Gutsy bitch, aren't you," John asked as he held the constant pressure of the rope.
Not knowing what reply he sought, she gave him none. Nor did she pull her arms to relieve the pain to her titties.
"Want to hang from your fat titties, slave?"
Now there was finally a question she knew the answer to. "I ahhh yeeess ahhh pleasssee."
"You hear her Frank. Get your ass up that tree." Frank climbed the tree she was attached to as John slowly relaxed his hold on the rope and her titties again settled into a more normal placement on her chest. Not fully normal because they were still bound and cut away from her chest, but a more normal placement never the less.
Releasing the rope John wrapped his arms around Chrissy's hips and picked her up. Swallowing, taking a deep breath, Chrissy knew what was to happen next. Sure enough the rope vanished from her field of vision and she knew that Frank was wrapping it around the limb as John held her.
"All tied off," came from above her as she curled her hands into fists over her head. The moment of truth was upon her. She was about to hang from her titties.
With John's eyes boring into hers he slowly allowed her body weight to be taken by her bound titties. Again they rose up her chest, to under her chin. Her body, tipped and her purple titties were again before her startled eyes. The reassuring warmth of John's arms fell away and she was hanging from her titties.
"Aaaaahhhhhaggggaaaaaaaaaaa. "The very strong temptation was urging her to pull herself up by her still attached arms. But she fought it as the intense pain enveloped her. "Aaaaahhhhhaggggaaaaaaaaaaa."
"Sweet, slave. Real sweet," came John's voice into her pain filled mind and for some absurd reason his words pleased her drastically and she allowed her hands to drop to shoulder level as she swayed slightly with each heart beat, her bloated pain filled titties supporting her entire body weight.
Somewhere in the vague recesses of her mind she knew that Frank must have climbed down from the tree because she felt two sets of hands working away at her wrists and ankles. She felt the ropes slipped out of her wrist band and her arms were lowered to hang down behind her arched up back. Her ankles becaIJ,1e surrounded by bands and she felt the distinct sliding of rope through their rings.
Then some of the intense pressure to her titties was taken away as her feet rose up in the air. Legs spread wide, she felt them being tied off way above her head level, leaving her torso more or less parallel to the ground.
Being held by her titties and raised ankles above the ground far, far below, her head hung back, arms flopping down and she felt the much cooler air caress her stretched open cunty. She could feel an almost continuous stream of female goo ooze out of her opened snatch and knew that she had just experience a climax. Funny, she couldn't recall having one, but knew she had.
Frank and John, however, knew the precise moment she had climaxed. A small, but determinable, jet of clearish liquid had spurted on John's cheek as he had stood there gazing at her exposed pussy. Far from being displeased at her body's reaction to what they were doing to her, he was very pleased. Ecstatic in fact, because of her telling sign.
Wiping the jet of goo from his cheek he gave her pussy a thorough visual investigation. It was plain to see that that tender area had received a rather harsh strapping in the not so distant past. As had her ass, ass CRACK, and inner thighs. Knowing Frank's full history with her he. could only conclude that daddy dear had been the one to apply them to her. Maybe the old ,man wouldn't be all that bad after all, he thought as he reached for the flared crop she had chosen. Raising it up, he brought it down in a sure stroke directly over her pulsating clit and opened cunry.
TWACK! filled the small clearing along with Chrissy's enthusiastic pleas. None of the three present had any doubts as to what was happening to the bound slave.
She was coming. With each savage blow of the crop to her darkening clit and cunty.
With her pussy almost at eye level to the watching men they saw each and every pulsation, quiver, shutter and twitch of her raw snatch in between the contacts of the crop.
Climaxing, hanging by purple titties, Chrissy very gracefully fainted into a world of magnified feelings.
She wasn't aware of, nor did she care, that the whipping had stopped.
She wasn't aware of, nor did she care, that the rope holding her titties to the overhead limb was removed.
She wasn't aware of, nor did she care, that the ropes holding her ankles was released.
She wasn't aware of, nor did she care, that she was lying on the ground squirming like a fish out of water as the painful return of blood rushed back into her still rope bound titties.
She wasn't aware of, nor did she care, that she had two very excited and pleased men standing over her. That both of them had removed their cocks from their straining pants and were waiting to fuck her.
Well, actually, she would have liked to know that fact, but she didn't. Until she finally came back to the land of the conscious as the last in a long line of climaxes finally faded away.
Lying on her side, arms still tied behind her back, titties still bound up in their original loops of constricting pain, she shuttered and took a deep breath. Forcing sealed eyes to open and resume their normal function of seeing" with a moan she turned her head to look up at the two men staring down at her.
Licking parched lips, she smiled at the telling fact of two engorged cocks poking out of open zippers, and managed to get out, "Oohhh ppllleasse fuuucccckkk meee. Pppllleassse."
Both were more than willing to comply as they both knelt beside her. Facing her, Frank pulled her unresisting body to his, drove his cock in full length and rolled them over so he was on his back.
"Aaahhhhaaaaa yeeeeeessss yeesssssss," came from his willing partner as John waited for Frank to spread his and her legs. Taking a position between both sets of sprawled legs, he dropped to one hand. Using the other, he aligned his cock and drove it until flesh met flesh.
But they didn't just fuck her. She fucked them too. Trapped between two humping bodies with drilling cocks, Chrissy fucked them back. What they thought they were taking, she was giving.
Her inner muscles clamped down, squeezed, tugged, pulled, caresses and demanded their nectar as greedy hands roamed over cool bloated titties, to flared hips, trembling legs, and battered ass cheeks.
None of them stood a chance of prolonging the climatic demands of their bodies. They came. They shook. They shattered. Exploded. And died. Or at least felt that they had.
A limp pile of intertwined arms, legs and torsos lay littered on the ground as each struggled to bring life giving oxygen into starving lungs. That was all any of them were capable of doing for long, long minutes.
.....
John and Frank each took a soothing sip of refreshing beer as they gazed at the sight before them. What a sight it was.
After gaining some sanity they had decided on a new game for Chrissy to play.
With her full cooperation they had placed thigh bands just at the juncture of hip and legs around both her legs and tugged them tightly closed. A simple clip and her wristbands were fastened to each thigh band as she stood patiently and curiously between them.
Next a spreader bar was connected to her ankle bands and screwed opened until she was practically doing the splits while still standing. To insure her upright position, a rope was passed between her arms and her back. It was raised up to her armpits and tied off to an obliging tree limb.
They had next tried to place nipple clamps on her nipples but where unsuccessful because her titties were so bloated by the ropes. A simple solution. They finally removed the ropes from her titties and Chrissy almost passed out with the pain of her return blood flow.
Giving her a minute or so to calm herself the nipples clamps were then installed. A second set of clamps were attached to her whipped cuntal lips.
At the ends of all four of the clamps two sets of chains were attached, one set short, the other much longer. '
John and Frank then divided her body in half. John taking the left side, Frank the right, and began hanging weight after weight to the shorter chains hanging from her clamps. Weight after weight was added to the shorter chains.
Chrissy's nipples tipped down, then elongated and stretched with each addition. When if felt like her nipples would be pulled from her titties they started on her other set of clamps and her pussy lips started leaving their normal setting between her legs. They pulled away. They grew from their normal inch or so to two. Then three. Then four inches long as they traveled a new course down the inside of her legs, or would have it her legs had been together, which of course they weren't, so her pussy hung in midair.
The last of the weights attached to the shorter chains, they took the longer ones in their hands, sat back and leaned back. Helping themselves to some beer they looked up at the sight before them. Wrists bound to leg bands, legs held open by a fully extended spreader bar, a rope under her arm pits helping her maintain her stance, and weights pulling the shit out of both nipples and both pussy lips, it really was quite a sight to see as she tried to suppress her moans of pain/pleasure as each shallow breath she took made all of her weights wiggle and pull on her even more. .
Wiping a trace of beer off his lips, John said, Tug of war.
No one needed to explain the rules of the game to Chrissy. After all it didn't take all that much intelligence to understand it, especially when Frank and John set their beers aside and took up one of the longer chains in each of their hands.
It was a fair division. Each had one chain that was connected to one of her weighted nipples, another that was connected to her pulled and hanging cuntal lips.
But in that she was mistaken.
John didn't want a simple game. He wanted a more sophisticated one, as he soon explained.
"It is time to learn more about our slave's desires.
Thus, we are assigning numbers. Left nipple is number one. Right nipple, two. Left pussy lip, three. Right is four. Any number from five to ten is reached by adding. If, for example, you say six that would be a two, or right tllpple, and four, right pussy lip. Naturally ten would be all four added together. Seven would be both pussy lips pulled.
Then there are the pitfalls of the game.
"If you say, three for example, it could be answered as just your left pussy lip, or both nipples to total three. And there is always the possibility that we might forget which has which value and pull indiscriminately. Then there is the time element involved. No more than ten seconds can elapse between you saying a number. If it is more than ten, the choice of pulling is up to us. So? slave, understand the rules of our new game?"
"I... ahhh yyyess aaaahh Masstter."
There was no doubt in Chrissy's mind that even before the game was to officially start she was in pain. There had to be a good pound or two pulling each clamp attached to her nipples and cunty. There was also no doubt in her mind that when they pulled her chains, adding even more pull, the weights would be put into motion. Just her restrained breathing was giving her some indication of what might be expected when they began pulling their chains too.
The question that was left unanswered until the game began was, just how hard would they pull their chains. That was the unknown factor. Not that it matter all that much because there was no way she could control how hard they did pull.
Then there was the other side of coin, too. She wanted them all pulled. She had quickly learned over the past few days that nipple and pussy attention to her body were great inducers for her to climax.
Granted so far her nipples hadn't had that much stimuli tonight, but her titties sure as hell had along with her pussy. How much more could any of them take was a very serious question.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhgggggggaaaaaaa," came interrupting her mental musing as all four connecting chains were pulled at once. All the hanging weights were jerked into motion. Her nipples and cunty lips were stretched even farther and tossed this way and that.
"Not quick enough. Your ten seconds were up. I suggest that you pay more attention in the future." John paused for a second, then said, "Say a number. "
A number? What is a number? Oh, yea, "Aahh one."
"Aaahhhha." Her tittie did a f1ip~f1op as the weights banged into her ribs.
Chrissy tried to dear the cobwebs out of her brain. "Aaah ttwwoaa."
"Aaahhhha." The same reaction took place on the other side of her chest.
Shaking her head and trying to gather her flagging courage, she got out, "Aaaaa sseveeeenn. " And both chains to her pussy were yanked.
"Aahhhhhaaaaaaa yyyyeeeessss."
Her pussy lips f10IJped in the air. They bounced all over the place. Up, down, to the right, to the left, forward and backwards.
Her legs gave out and she hung by the rope under her arms as wave after wave of ecstatic lust slammed shivered, slithered and drove through her. She felt like she could take it forever and ever. The pain. The passion. The jerking, tugging, twisting, stretching was mind blowing. Exhilarating. Earth shattering. F-a-n-t-
a-s-t-I-c. Grotesque. Bizarre.
John had learned all he needed to know about Chrissy. She was gutsy. Had damn few limitations. Was a slave to the pain she craved. And she was his! To do with as he wanted.
John and Frank used their chains like horse reins on the climaxing slave before him. They pulled, jerked, swung them in circles, flicked them up, to the sides, up and down and the bitch just kept coming one right after the other with damn few pauses in between. They got so engrossed that several of the weights slipped of the chain, but that fact made damn little impression on any of them.
Handing his two chains to Frank, John stood up and within seconds leaned over and grabbed the spreader bar connected to her non-supporting legs.
Balancing it on two chunks of wood, he stood between them and drove his cock into her sucking asshole as Frank kept the chains and weights in motion.
Chrissy hung almost face down. The rope behind her slipped to her elbows as John raised her feet and plowed into her begging grotto. The added tug, jerk and pull of her clamped parts only added to her splintering vortex. She was only vaguely aware when the brothers exchanged places.
A kaleidoscope of swirling colors blended into gray, then to black as a soothing, relaxing warmth cradled her in its embrace.
SIX
"Whip her ass," came from John as he urged his brother on. "Show her father how it is done right."
Chrissy wasn't sure just how much more she could handle. Twice she had fainted in the woods with Frank and John. Twice they had revived her to start with something else.
She had been hung by her damned titties, for God's sake!
Her pussy had been whipped!
She'd been fucked she didn't know how many times.
A ton of flopping weights had been attached to her nipples and cunty.
Chains, like a kid's jump rope, had tormented them even more.
At the final conclusion of the night in the woods, she had bent over and sucked off both cocks. Of course it hadn't been a simple suck job. No, the one she wasn't sucking was paddling the shit out of her turned up ass.
That finally over, she had packed up the duffel bag, loaded it into John's car, then got in herself. For the entire return trip to her house John had alternated between spanking her ass, her pussy and her titties.
By the time she reached home all she wanted was her bed and hours and hours of sleep.
But then things didn't quite work out that way.
Not even allowing her to cover any of her well earned and well marked flesh, John and Frank had each taken an arm and more or less drug her inside.
Frank carrying the now famous duffel bag in his free hand. Naturally, her father had been curious as hell and had stayed up for her return.
With an order of, "Come," from John as he passed her father had followed the three of them down the hallway. The light was flipped on, the bag dropped with a threatening thump on the floor, and a damned short time later she found herself draped over the sturdy table she used to lay her discarded clothing on.
Her body on the table, her hands and legs were tied to table legs and John was telling Frank, "Whip her ass. Show her father how it is done right."
Her ass was anything but normal, especially after the double blow job/paddling of earlier. Shit, it had been well marked before she left the house for the woods.
Now she was to have it whipped too?
The unmistakable sound of a zipper opening answered that question. The duffel bag was again being opened. Twisting her head as much as she could Chrissy actually gave a groan.
Frank pulled out a three foot long, treated, shinning leather, cat-o-nine. Fantasies be damned, the fucking thing looked lethal as he untwisted the separate strands as he walked to stand beside her.
Why didn't her father say something? Do something to stop them? But recalling the last time she had been home and Frank's words to her father, she knew the answer to those questions. On top of that was John.
No, she could expect no help from her father. In fact at the glimpse she got of him, she could see that he had taken John's words as the truth. He was quite willing to learn how to whip her ass from Frank. Hell, maybe he did need to learn how to use a cat, because all he had ever used on her was the strap and the one night of the crop, although he had used it well and in a variety of locations on her body.
WHOP!
Nine strands of treated leather crashed into her upturned ass cheeks.
"AAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee gggggggaaaaaaa."
WHOP!
"AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee ssshhhhhiitttt."
WHOP!
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee aaaaggggaa."
WHOP!
"AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee aaaaggggaa."
"Get the idea, old man?"
WHOP!
"AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee aaaaggggaa."
"I ahhh... I believe I have the technique down."
WHOP!
"AAAaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeeee aaaaggggaa."
Harold had thought long and hard about the words and implications of Frank's short conversation with him. At first, needless to say, he was pissed as hell to be ordered around in his own home, about his own damned daughter. But as time passed and his temper cooled he came to some startling conclusions.
He couldn't handle her, and he knew it, just as Frank had said. And then there was the part that he could still fuck and beat her. That was a definite deciding factor to consider.
The only thing he wasn't real sure about was the key bit. Just who in the hell was going to be allowed in his home? Under what conditions? To do what?
He had gone out and had a key made anyway.
Returning he had spent a good three hours rifling through his erotic collection. A collection that consisted almost exclusively of bound, beaten, restrained and abused women. Hell, he'd only fucked his damned daughter one damn day after years of preparation. He wasn't about to loose her now! So, fine, others would have her too. But so by God, would he!
Deep down what he knew he really wanted was to get dear, sweet, cheating Catherine, the love of his life Cat, in his power. But their daughter was a fair substitute. A damn good substitute in fact. He'd just make sure that his needs got considered along the way.
Three hours and one hand induced ejaculation later the front door had slammed open and as he blinked in disbelief, he daughter was drug in, a guy on each side of her holding her up, and covered from head to toes in all kinds of punishing marks.
His first response was anger. Quickly followed by instant arousal and complete compliance to the order given. Standing, almost running, he had eagerly followed the trio to the punishment room. He was amazed at the lack of time involved in binding his daughter over the table and came to the conclusion that the two men were anything but amateurs in the realm of dominating women and knew he could learn a lot from them.
At the first whack of the cat to her turned up ass Harold thought his cock was going to shoot right off in his pants again. But he restrained his natural inclination and tried to get a studious look on his face as if he indeed took in the technique involved in using the cat.
"Hand it over, Frank," came from John as he nodded his head in the direction of Chrissy's father.
One look at Chrissy's flaming ass, another at her father and the swollen lump pressing into his zipper, Frank stood back and with a mocking bow handed the cat to him. The exchange made, he walked over to Chrissy's hanging head and pulled it up. A second later his cock was buried balls deep.
"So? Whip her ass. Whip it good, old man," he egged him as he jammed his cock down his daughter's throat as his hands wrapped around her hair to hold her in place.
Harold didn't bother to pause for a moment. How many nights of frustration thinking about his cheating wife had he thought about lying into her ass with a cat. Oh, yes, a cat for Cat. Chrissy, however, was the one at hand and he did not falter in the least.
Taking careful aim at a particularly vivid bruise on her left hinny cheek, he reared back and snapped the cat forward in a CRACKING WHOP that further endangered his cock. Shoving the delights of thinking about screwing his own daughter yet again, he concentrated on slamming the cat into her ass again and again.
Swish. Whorl. WHOP! a cock muffled moan of pain and it was all repeated and repeated.
Swish. Whorl. WHOP! Groan.
Swish. Whorl. WHOP! Groan.
Lines of almost liquid red, black and blue formed over other lines of similar colors.
Swish. Whorl. WHOP! Groan.
Swish. Whorl. WHOP! Groan.
Chrissy couldn't decide if she was in heaven or in hell. Probably both she concluded. There was no denying that she hurt like hell There was also no denying that she loved every damned slash of the cat to her aching ass. Nor the pumping cock down her throat. She was in an almost continuous climax and didn't try to stop them in the least, after all, it was her just reward for taking her punishment wasn't it.
But still and all there was a limit. Wasn't there?
She had been far from fresh and unharmed before Frank's unexpected arrival. And with what had transpired in the woods, and now here... Well, shit, what was girl to do?
She came to the only conclusion she could: enjoy the shit out of what they were so willingly giving her as Frank blessed her aching throat with his soothing jets of cream.
Swish. Whorl WHOP! Groan.
Swish. Whorl WHOP! Groan.
"Aaaaahhhh ssuucckkk mmmmeeeee slave ahhh suuck meee goood," Frank yelled as spurt after spurt shot out of his trembling shaft to be gulped with eagerness and damn good skill.
John, standing and watching the ensuing action was not one to be left out in the cold. No indeed. But five years his brother's senior he had learned the joy of patience and planning. Frank, and assuming her old man too, were too much a spur of the moment men. Granted they seemed to enjoy their efforts and Chrissy's responses but there was more to consider in the long run.
Letting his eyes encompass the room's offerings he quickly came to a conclusion as Chrissy served her father and his brother. When his brother finally shot off and the old man was literally dripping sweat as he whipped ass, John was more than willing to take the lead again.
Grabbing Harold's arm on yet another back swing, he said, "Untie her."
For one heartbeat Harold thought about telling the unknown man to go to hell. He quickly rethought that thought when he saw the look in his eyes. This was no one to mess with.
Allowing his arm to relax at his side to dangle the whip like a handful of wreathing snakes, he nodded his head. He knelt and began unfastening her legs, while looking through them he saw Frank doing the same with her arms.
Soon thereafter Chrissy was freed from over the table. Bringing slightly numb hands to her blistered ass, she tried to rub away some of the sting and pain she had just received. With little luck, as she twisted to remove a kink from her back as she stood on shaky legs knowing that she was not yet finished for the night. Not with at least two hard cocks in attendance.
Seeing movement across the room she turned and saw John in the mist of arranging a series of ropes and whatnot to various hooks embedded around the room and couldn't stop herself from emitting a groan as they took on meaning in her brain.
John heard her moan and turned to look at her.
God! what a sight she was. But he didn't let that show. Raising an eyebrow and staring at her, he asked "Thinking of rebelling, slave?"
In all truth she had been. It had been one hell of night. Until she saw the look in his eyes.
"I... ahh no ahh Master. I ahh I am yours to ahh command."
"Good. Come here and offer me you fat titties again then."
There was no mistaking his intent. There was also no mistaking her response as she walked the necessary steps to reach him. Cupping her 'fat titties' in her palms, she raised them to the ropes he held in his hands as she lowered her head, praying that he wasn't going to hang her from them again.
"Hands on top your head, slut."
Instantly her hands rose, elbows out to the sides and out of his way as again he wrapped her fat titties in loops of rope. A single slip knotted coil dug into each bag of pain to be pulled tight making them balloon like grotesque objects on her chest as she unsuccessfully tried to suppress her moans of increasing pain. Each loop dug in, the knots pinching her delicate skin as John pulled them toward her sides with his arms wide spread to hold the tension.
"Tie them off," John told the other two men in the room. Frank and Harold rushed to do his bidding.
Each taking a rope end from him, they walked to opposite sides of the room and slipped the ropes through rings he had flipped up earlier. Slowly the ropes lost their limp sag as more and more was pulled through the rings until John released his grip on them.
Inch by agonizing inch her bound titties slid to the sides of her torso as she interlaced her fingers on her head to keep them out of the way. Her tits turned blue. Then a deepening black as they traveled painfully toward her armpits as her legs threatened to give out under her.
Raising pleading eyes to John as each rope was firmly knotted to the holding rings, Chrissy admitted total defeat when he said one word.
"Kneel!"
Her knees instantly bent. But they did not reach the floor. With just her toes touching the floor she was again hanging from her bound titties for the second time in her short life.
"Aaaaahhhgggggggaaaaaaa iiiiiiieeeeeee."
Elbows snapping forward, head bent, she curled into the pain as she heard John say, "Now her feet."
Chrissy didn't have to look to know what his words meant. She quickly felt two hands on each of her ankles as they were lifted from the floor and pulled behind her and out to her sides. A damned short time later she was again suspended in midair, supported by her ankles and titties as she tried desperately not to touch the ropes on her tits to ease some of the stress.
Warm, firm hands pulled her hands from her head and encased them leather cuffs. Shortly thereafter they too where raised to a convenient ring. But they supported none of her body weight as John again began issuing orders.
"Each of you practice your skills with the cat on her fat titties while I fuck her ass."
Chrissy knew, just knew, that she could not withstand what was coming her way. She also knew that somehow she would as she felt the unmistakable heat of a cock approaching her twitching wrinkled opening as each bound and bloated bag of pain was lashed with heated lines of penetrating pain.
"AAAAAAAaahhhhaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee. "
Her hanging body slammed forward at his entry pulling ankles and whipped tits like she was made of stretching elastic. Frantic fingers wrapped around the ropes to her wrists as she tried to ease some of the terrifying pain she was experiencing.
Her tits pulled to her sides and totally accessible to the flaying strands of intense pain John filled her to capacity, then suddenly pulled out.
"Let go of the ropes, slave, or I stop fucking your ass."
Again Chrissy didn't think. She just reacted to his command. Uncurling her hands from around the ropes she let them hang limply as he instantly filled her achingly empty tube and jerked on her tortured titties as they were again doubly kissed with lines of fire that wrapped around them.
But she no longer cared. She was too involved in her next series of shattering climaxes to notice as her greedy asshole slithered around the delightful cock in its possession.
Harold could not believe his senses. Nor his vision that took in his hanging daughter. Nor his hearing as she begged to be whipped and fucked even harder. Nor his sense of smell as he whiffed the air currents that were filled with his daughter's expending lust. Nor the touch of the cat in his hand that ached from his almost cramped hold on the handle that he lifted only to slam down yet again.
But it was taste that suddenly became too much to overcome. Not his taste, but his daughter's as she took him deeply down her throat. Not bothering to gain anyone's permission, he dropped the cat and jammed his iron hard cock down her throat with his first thrust. Buried balls deep he looked at the man a few feet away fucking his daughter's asshole and smiled.
Frank smiled at Harold's actions. He had wondered how long it would take him to find his own relief. He now had his answer as he continued to whip Chrissy's tits as the two of them fucked her fore and aft. He had picked a good one this time he knew. John was more than impressed with her, as was he to be honest.
Who in the hell would have thought it? What had he seen in her to begin with he still didn't know, but was sure as hell glad he had seen whatever it was.
Only remembering to whip her tits occasionally Frank took inventory of her instead. Whipped titties, whipped pussy, whipped ass. Remembering the weights and leashes of earlier, the paddlings, the fucking, he could not believe that she was still game for more. But she sure as hell was. He could see his brother's expression and knew it told of her sucking asshole. Her liberal juices were literally dripping on the floor between her opened legs.
She was, he concluded, quite a find. Quite a find indeed. One that he was sure he would be visiting frequently. John, and of course Harold, would live with her but he knew he would not be restricted by them. No, she had enough to offer all three of them. Tomorrow they would move John's things into the house and everything would be set.
He smiled at his thoughts, gave her black tit another snapping CRACK and watched as she was filled from both ends as Harold and John grunted out their lust at the same time. Dropping the cat to the floor he watched the three of them shake and shutter before him knowing that he, for one, was fucked out for the night.
But then, there was always tomorrow. The day after, and the day and weeks after that.
.....
That first weekend set the pattern of her relationships with her father, John and Frank. The rules, guidelines and living arrangements where thoroughly discussed until all agreed that they could work within the framework established.
John moved in, taking up residence in a vacant bedroom.
The 'punishment' room was fully furnished, all three males contributing to its decor as where select items that were placed about the house for convenience and the thrill they all derived from their sight.
Time, Newsweek and the local paper were no longer displayed on the coffee table in the living room. In their place was skin magazine after skin magazine, all depicting females in bondage, under the whip or in humiliation. VCR videos took up residence on bookcases whose tides had words like 'bondage', 'pain', 'training', and 'slave' in them as Gone with the Wind and Top Gun gain positions in dark and lonely closets.
It was John, however, who set up the rules for Chrissy's safety. All three could fuck her as they so desired but the infliction of pain was to be limited.
The other principals involved soon had to agree with him as none wanted a zombie, nor to endanger the resident slave more than she could handle.
Monday, Thursday and Saturday were set aside for the infliction of pain.
Even Chrissy had to agree that she could not take it on a daily basis if her one day including all three of them was a good example of what to expect.
She could hardly even move, could not find a comfortable way to sit, stand or recline as the discussions continued. It had been all she could tolerate to just bathe when dawn broke over the horizon and she was finally allowed to go to her room and get some much needed rest.
The days passed, as did the weeks, and her life took on a pattern. School was attended but it was the evenings and weekends she lived for. The insatiable teen found that she had a high sex drive to go along with her desire for pain. Not a day went by that she wasn't fucked. Smiling at the memory of the morning she awoke with her monthly flow of blood, she recalled John's words.
"So? Plug it up. You still have an asshole, a mouth, hands and other talents that can be used."
He was true to his words. Only her father refrained from even fucking her during her monthly flow, but even he did not refrain to use whip, crop or whatever else struck his fancy on the assigned days of pain.
On a dark, dreary November night the four of them gathered to celebrate Chrissy's seventeenth birthday. Allowed the means of celebrating the event, Chrissy did the selecting. Having long ago learned each man's delights and not forgetting her own, she set the scenes as the four naked participants gathered in the punishment room.
Climbing up on a long wooden slab of a table that had been installed, Chrissy handed Frank and John each a long length of rope and told them to bind up her fat titties, which they more than eagerly did. Keeping up the tension as she laid back, they were then instructed to tie them off to rings in the ceiling so that each was slightly pulled away from her chest.
Smiling at her companions, she said, "Now it is time for some oral attention. Papa, there," as she pointed to the cleft between her spread legs, "you two here, as she pulled them to the tits they had just bound. "A climax each, man, then rotate around me."
Three heads lowered at her instructions. Two hot, sucking mouths took possession of her throbbing nipples atop her bloated titties as the third swirled in her leaking delta of lust. "Ooohhhaa yeeessss suck mmme gooooodddd."
Mouths formed vacuums. Teeth nibbled. Tongues swirled and curled as Chrissy ran fingers through thick hair and wrapped legs around shoulders. She gave herself up to her passions. Closing her eyes she allowed herself to just feel and luxuriate.
She felt hickeys form on her bound boobies. Felt her clit sneak out of its fleshy hood to greet a devilishly talented tongue. Felt her juices begin to ooze out of her pulsating sheath of lust as her internal muscles began to contract. And then it was upon her.
"YYyessssaaaaaaa yeeesssssssssss."
Her peak came unexpectedly. Her body arched.
Her pussy sucked in air at its emptiness, and suddenly all three talented mouths were gone. But before she had time to voice complain they were again reattached and working their magic again.
One eye managed to open and she noted that had changed positions. Her father was now at her left tittie and sucking it just as well has he had her pussy. Frank was now at her right one, which meant that John was between her legs. Quite frankly she didn't care who was where as again her passions took control.
"YYyessssaaaaaaa yeeesssssssssss."
Again cool air assaulted her passion points, but not for long and her third climax built upon the previous two.
"YYyessssaaaaaaa yeeesssssssssss."
When reality again returned she looked up at the three men surrounding her and smiled. Reaching out her hands to caress John's and Frank's cocks beside her, she gave them a saucy smile. "Tie my legs open, boys, so papa can whip it then fuck it while you two watch. "
Her words were greeted with smiles and knowing chuckles as each complied with her words. Frank took her left ankle, John her right as each of them placed a cuff on them firmly. Ropes were then attached and her legs were raised to rings in the ceiling that left her father a perfect target for the crop he had selected from their selection.
"Whip it good, papa, then fuck it like it has never been fucked before," came her encouraging words as Frank and John again stood beside her and.
All three complied as best they could, which was damned good indeed as Chrissy crashed into another shattering climax that threatened to never cease in its intensity.
Swish~sh CRACK.
Swish~sh CRACK.
Swish~sh CRACK.
Swish~sh CRACK.
The blood roared through her as her men attended to her slavish demands. Each landing of the crop to her overheated core made her climb even higher as sucking lips gave way to biting teeth and gripping fingers. Then blessedly her empty cunt was empty no more but filled with her father's cock that was no novice at drilling female depths.
SEVEN
"Paddle my ass, Frank, paddled it good and hard," Chrissy told him as she leaned over table and presented her ass for his pleasures.
With the ropes removed from her titties, Chrissy leaned over the table feeling the hard nipples sway back and forth as she adjusted her feet on the floor and spread her legs. Tipping her ass up by arching her back, she looked over her shoulder to see Frank take a back swing. Quickly bringing her head back, she braced herself for the first blow of paddle to her ass.
CRACK! resounded all around her. Her ass flesh heated up dramatically from the sting of wood connecting with it and her underlying muscles tensed in preparation for the next one to land. She didn't have a long wait.
CRACK!
"Yyaahhhhhaaaaa yyeaaaa paddle myyy aaassss good." The feel, the sound and the texture of the paddle was so different from the leather straps used on her that Chrissy couldn't help but notice other differences too. Differences that her body told her were enjoyable as hell.
CRACK!
The deep, penetrating pain of the paddle was so much more intense than a strap. Both hurt, but in totally different ways. And she loved the magnificent sound of the CRACKING paddle against her offered up tush. She liked the way it shook her entire body. Her titties bobbed. The nipples rubbed across the surface of the table she was leaning over.
CRACK!
But what she probably liked the most was the sheer satisfaction that Frank gained from using the paddle on her.
CRACK!
The past weeks had been trying. Her body was very taxed, many times up to her limits by the three men in her life. The only saving grace was the limitations that John imposed. Otherwise she was sure she would have literally collapsed from what they dealt her. But with the spacing out of the pain and bondage she loved she was always eager for more, even when things got a bit out of hand.
CRACK!
The pain was definitely building. Her ass felt like it was almost ready to explode as it literally swelled with each application of paddle to flesh.
CRACK!
But she was far from complaining. She loved each and every blow landed. Loved the way each jerked her body. Loved the way her titties flopped. Loved the radiating pain that crept toward her greedy snatch.
CRACK!
"Aaaaahhhhaaaaaaaa yyyeeaaaaa hittt aammmmmeee!" Chrissy didn't bother counting the strokes landed. After all, numbers had little meaning to her. She was too concerned and caught up in what she was feeling to care about anything so insignificant as mere numbers.
CRACK!
Not when her internal muscles were beginning to contract. Not when her juices began to flow so steadily. Not when her clit began to expand and twitch. No, nothing so mundane as numbers even came into her brain.
CRACK!
But other thoughts did begin to intrude. Thoughts about getting fucked. Not being at all bashful about her own desires she easily expressed them as another CRACK jolted her even harder.
That was one screaming demand he was more than willing to comply with. Watching her old man whip the shit out of her snatch, the taste of her still in his mouth, were enough to make his shaft more than vigorous. It was as hard as a damned rock and demanding it own pleasures.
CRACK!
One final swat and he was tossing the paddle on the floor as his cock lead the way to the seam of her ass. Using one hand to guide his swollen cock he slid it down the seam, collecting ample goo along the way. Easily sliding into her gripping and sucking slot he drove in all the way as both hands anchored themselves to her hips and dug in.
"YYyyyesssssss ahhhhhh fuuuckkkkkk mmmmeee."
What the hell did the bitch think he was doing? Sleeping?
Pressing his lower abdomen to her paddled ass Frank almost groan from the intense heat radiating out from it but soon adjusted as that was the only way he could get in her fully. Curling fingers around hip bones he pulled her to him. Driving in as deep as he could go he felt her inner muscles tug and tickle his entire length and knew it was all over but for the obvious result.
Screwing his eyes shut, trying desperately to prolong the only result available, he sank in all the way and held still. But his lack of motion did not illicit the results he aimed for. Chrissy's tugging, pulling, twitching tube got what it was begging for. His seeds spit out of the end of his cock so hard and fast they actually hurt. A good hurt, though. A good hurt that he wanted to go on forever.
But it was not to be. Jet after spurting jet soon emptied him until he felt hollow. But did the fact that he was drained have any effect on Chrissy?
Hell no. She actually thought she could get more out of him.
He groaned, gave her ass three quick smacks and pulled his aching tool out of her demanding slot as he struggled to remain standing and in some control over himself. It was a struggle, but he finally succeeded after a few tense moments.
Harold and John had naturally watched and both concluded that the one gal had more stamina than the three of them combined when it came to pain and sex. They silently watched as she brought hands back to caress her blistered ass as she rested her torso on the table.
Her heavy breathing, the juices spilling out of the juncture of her legs, hard nipples poking of her out from the ends of her titties, were all avid proof of her own pleasures.
John smiled. In just the short time he had known Chrissy, he came to several conclusions: he wanted her; she was good at accepting pain; and she was a natural fuck. All ingredients that thrilled him to no end. There was also something else he had learned: Chrissy liked to please.
That was evidenced by her choices so far.
It was no secret that her father liked to whip her cunt. It seemed that all his years abusing her ass as "discipline" had wetted his appetite for the more bizarre, the more outlandish. And what could be more bizarre than to whip his daughter's cunt, with or without her consent, approval or request.
Then there was her pleasing his brother by offering up her ass to his paddle. That was also no secret between any of them. The fact that she loved it made it even better for all concerned.
He also knew something else. He knew that he would be attending to her fat titties as that was his preference. It was almost as if they had divided her body up between them. Not that they wouldn't and didn't partake of all of her at times. But then each did have their preferences and he knew that soon he would her his: her fat titties.
How many times since meeting had he whipped them? Tied them in ropes? Bit, sucked, smashed, twisted, pushed and pulled them? He didn't know. He had lost count. But he hadn't done it enough not to want to do even more.
They stood there so proud on her chest, inviting attention. Either harsh or gentle, it didn't seem to make a whole lot of difference to Chrissy how they were treated, just as long as they were not ignored. As if he would ever ignore them.
As he watched the last of her body's shuttered he wondered just what she would request of him. A good strapping? The cat? Ropes? A tittie hang? God, he hoped it would be the tittie hang.
The sight of her fat titties encased in stout ropes holding her entire body weight was such a sight... the power trip it gave him... the proof of her submission... all of them combined to make his dizzy with his own passion. There were damned few females who had the guts, let alone the desire, to hang from their titties. That in itself was amazing. But that she seemed to get so much pleasure out of it too... was unbelievable.
His time of waiting was over. Chrissy stood up, got her legs firmly under her, and turned around. The smile that spread over her face as she looked at him made him smile in return. Her eyes twinkling as she looked directly at him made his cock stiffen even more.
"Well, John, about time for some tittie action don't you think?"
He increased his smile and nodded.
"And just what did you have in mind, birthday girl?"
I think they deserve a birthday whipping don't you?"
"That's got my vote. What else do they deserve?"
"Tight ropes." She licked her lips. "And demanding suspension while you fuck my pussy to a glorious climax. You game?"
"Need you ask?"
Chrissy nodded her head and stepped up to him. "I don't want to see one centimeter of pink skin when your done, John. Not one. Make me scream. Make me beg and cry."
"You got it, slave. Give me your fat, sluttish tittles. "
Arching her chest forward she pulled her shoulders back and watched in total fascination as for the zillionith time John began to wrap ropes around her fat titties. How many yards of rope had they had since meeting him she had no idea. But she did know that she loved each one of them to distraction.
There was something so... primitive... submissive... alluring... beguiling about having her titties wrapped in cutting ropes. To hang from them as her body swayed in the air. Titties were so... female, soft and yielding that they ached to be treated harshly and John did just that. It seemed that her titties were never entirely healed and she had grown to love their marked state, never wanting them to be unblemished.
When each tittie was fully bloated by the constricting ropes John gave her a knowing smile. Knowing the ropes would not slip by the pressure applied to them, he slid his hands down the length of both ropes and took the ends. Reaching up, he slid them through rings in the ceiling, and pulled them through, and with a silent motion to both watching men, gave them to them.
The three of them had worked together many times over the weeks and didn't need to be told what to do. Frank and Harold took the ropes and slid them through other rings on opposing walls and pulled. Keeping tension on their ropes, they watched Chrissy's titties rise up her chest.
They pulled some more and her body began to rise off the floor as she and John stared at each other as if they were the only two present. When she was a good foot off the floor, hanging by her swollen titties, they each tied off their ropes and leaned against a wall to watch the ensuing action.
Harold could hardly believe he was watching his own daughter. A daughter whose cunt he had just fucked. A daughter who had just been fucked by the man's brother who calmly stood in front of her with a short flexible whip in his hand. A whip that all knew, by request, would be used on his daughter's bound tits.
Harold had to shake his head. It was to fucking unbelievable to be real. But real it was. That fact and much, much more had been proven over the past few weeks and months. As the CRACK of the whip slammed into his daughter's titties he knew that his dream was still unfulfilled.
Catherine. His Cat was who he wanted to see before him instead of his daughter. Cat who he still loved. Cat who had deserted him for someone else years ago. Cat who said he Was not man enough for her regardless of his love for her. Cat. His Catherine.
He didn't know what had happened to her. The years had passed with no word. Was she even still alive? Did she ever even think about him and their child she had left behind? If she came back, what would she think of him now? Of how he treated their daughter? Would she be mad? Disappointed? Or envious?
As John whipped Chrissy's bound titties Harold could not stop his thoughts of Cat. He knew now where he had gone wrong with her. He had let her have her way too much. Had treasured her too much. Had worshiped her instead of controlling her like she needed to be controlled.
At first he didn't want to believe what his eyes and brain were telling him. For two years he had lied to himself. Telling himself that Cat wasn't cheating on him. He refused to see the blatant evidence. The reek of sex. The dazed look The not so subtle bruises that graced her body. The hickies on tits and ass. The slight lines of red that showed even under her slinky nightgowns.
He didn't want to believe it and had wiped it out of his mind. until she left him.
The first month had been hell as he finally admitted his fault. She had all but told him what she needed. But did he listen? No. He continued to treat her with tender loving care as night after night she went out to get what he wouldn't give her. He had always thought that love was gentle, caring. It took him those first months to realize what should have been obvious.
Love is giving the other what they need. It wasn't that he was averse to harming Cat, in fact the thought made him very excited. But he couldn't do it. Not to Cat. Not to the woman he loved. Would she still be here if he had? That was the thought that tortured him so much. So much that he had finally done it with their daughter.
How many times had Cat said, "Show me that you care." He hadn't been able to show Cat, but he sure as hell showed Chrissy. Years and years of showing her that he cared. Cared enough to give her what she truly wanted. He had constructed the punishment room for Chrissy, but in his mind it.
Every time he strapped his daughter's ass, every time he had stood outside her room at night listening and watching her bring herself to climax, every time. he had pictured Cat in her place. But he had waited too long with Chrissy too. She had gone out and found what she needed too. Just as Catherine had.
But he hadn't entirely lost Chrissy, he thought as he watched John wield the whip to her bound and supported titties. True to her request, there was damned little pink skin left as she screamed and begged him to do it even harder, faster.
Hanging from her rope bound titties, arms free at her sides, Chrissy was filled so full of pain and passion that she didn't think she could stand it much longer. To have her bound titties whipped was so damned exciting that she was coming with each blow John gave her. Her throat was raw from screaming. She was light, headed from the combination of pain and lust that it was all she could do not to faint.
But she forced herself not to loose complete consciousness. That would be unfair to John. She couldn't cheat him that way. Not John. Not the man she loved. Not her Master.
She gave herself to her father and to Frank because it pleased John, and her too to be honest. But it was John that was the center of her universe.
John who she loved. There was nothing he could ask that she wouldn't give him. Nothing. The others were just an extension of John and his desires. If he wanted her to hang here from her titties forever, she'd hang.
John had a good idea of the thoughts roaming around in Chrissy's brain. Although she had never spoken the words, he knew she loved him. Loved him like his mother loved his father. As a slave, a wife, as her entire world, and he returned it fully. There was something so... enduring... unselfish...devoting about her that he could not deny. It was her true submissiveness to him and his desires. The power she gave him over her that he needed.
They were well matched. His dominance for her submissiveness. His power for her giving. His needs for hers. His ingrained desires for hers. They each gave and took what the other offered so freely. They were perfect for each other. The opposites that attracted to make a whole.
The sweat built up on his brows as he swung the whip again and again. Her bloated titties were indeed thoroughly covered with the kisses of the whip. He knew she was climaxing with each one landed each one begged for. But he wanted proof before he gave her the final measure.
Pulling the whip back and holding it, he said, "Open your pussy for me, slave. Show me your sluttish desires."
Through her gray fog she heard his words. But it took her a few seconds to put meaning to them.
Unclamping her fisted hands at her sides where she had been keeping them, she brought her shaking hands to her central core. Using the first two fingers of each hand she pried her gooey cuntallips apart and her twitching clit was surrounded by the cooler air.
Forcing glued eyes to open, she held herself open to his gaze. All the love she felt was shown in her eyes, as she said, "Wwwhhhiippppp ahhh whiiippppp mme ahhhhh whiiippp mmmy ffatt tittttties... ahhhaaaa ffuuckkkk mmmmee...
The sight that the three men looked upon was unbelievable. Hanging from her black blue, red and purple titties, her paddled ass showing, using her hands to hold her dripping and whipped cunty open and begging for John to whip and fuck her was too much for any of them to truly understand.
John brought the whip forward and slammed it into her colorful bags of pain. He whipped the left one. The right. Her opened cunty. Her throbbing clit.
He could wait no longer.
Dropping the whip he grabbed her swaying hips. An instant later her legs were wrapped around his hips like a steel band as he drove his dripping cock all the way in her as his mouth fastened itself to her throbbing left tittie.
Harold watched in utter amazement at the actions of his daughter. If only that were Cat and him. Chrissy's screams, pleadings, grunts and groans filled the air. He heard bells...
Bells?
Shaking his head to clear it, he listened harder.
He was hearing bells. That made no sense. Standing up away from the wall where he had been leaning, he listened even harder.
Yes, he was hearing bells. But the sound was not coming from this room, but from down the hallway. He had taken two steps before he realized what he was hearing. Some fucking bastard was ringing his damned doorbell!
Well shit! Grabbing his discarded jeans from the floor he slid his legs in them. Then giving one final look at his daughter and the fucking John, he left the room and walked down the hallway wondering who the hell was ringing his doorbell at this time of night.
Ringing it insistently, too. The irritating sound did not stop and his anger rose proportionately with every step he took until he reached the front door.
Giving the door handle a grinding turn, he opened the door and his mouth.
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"Ca... Catherine?" Was he seeing right?
"Hello Harold. Ma... may I come in? Or should I tell the cab to wait?"
Looking over her shoulder Harold could see the waiting cab at the curb. But that fact only registered slightly. Cat. Catherine was standing in front of him! Asking if she could come in! Was he dreaming? Had his thoughts made his brain imagine her return?
His eyes saw a suitcase by her feet on the front porch, but he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. It had to be a dream.
"Harold? Do you want me back?"
He heard the hesitation in her voice. Want her back? Of course he did! In a split second that encompassed years of dreams, frustrations, hopes and plans, he froze.
It really was his Catherine! God, he wanted her. But he wasn't about to make the same mistakes he had before. If nothing else he had learned that lesson. His hands reached out and pulled her to him. His mouth descended and took possession, demanding her surrender. He felt her body melt, yield to him, to his every touch. She held nothing back. When his hands went to her ass, she tipped it back to fill them. When they slid up her body to her tits she did the same. She gave him everything he sought to take.
Harold didn't know how long he stood there with her finally in his arms, kissing her, touching her, blending her body to his, but finally the truth of the matter sank into his brain. Cat was finally back and she was his again.
"Cat. .. ohhh Cat."
His hands when to her full breasts. He felt them under her blouse. He squeezed them wrinkling the silky material. He curled his fingers under the buttons of her blouse and tore it apart. He yanked and the material shredded leaving only a tattered covering over her shoulders as he tossed the rest to the stone porch. They were there right in front of his eyes. Her beautiful, full, fat tits just as he remembered them.
No, not quite like he remembered them. There were rings in her nipples! Solid gold rings in each! Cupping their fullness in his palms he noticed other changes. Faint lines crisscrossed the entire surface of both. He stared at them for a long minute until another fact finally registered in his befuddled brain.
Cat stood before him, hands at her sides, allowing him every liberty.
In that instance he knew what stood before him: a totally submissive woman. His woman. His Cat was silently begging him, telling him that she was his if he wanted her. As the past weeks, at his thoughts of Cat, flashed across his brain, he knew what he wanted.
Withdrawing his hands from her tits, he said, "You can return on one condition: you remain as my devoted slave. If you can't do that, get in your cab and never return. If you agree, then strip this instance, right here at the front door where all can see what you really are."
Deep in his heart he didn't know what she would do. Had he been wrong all these years?
The smile she gave him puzzled him even more.
But when she reached up and pulled off the tattered shreds of her blouse from her shoulders, he got his answer. Crossing his arms across his bare chest he watched with glee as she unhooked her skirt and pushed it down her hips to puddle at her feet.
Kicking her shoes off, she stepped out of her skirt and pushed her half slip down. Garter belt and nylons followed the same path. Bending over, picking up all her removed clothing she held it for a second or two as the two of them stared each other in the eye. Then, with another bewitching smile, she tossed the bundle sideways to land on some bushes next to the porch.
Looking over her shoulder he could see the cabby practically falling out of his cab as he stared opened mouth at the sight before him. But he gave the cabby scant attention as he again looked at the naked woman before him.
The rings and marks on her fat titties was not the only change in her appearance, he noted. There were also noticeable lines on her hips, her upper legs and her padded public mound. Her hairless public mound that glinted with rings in it too! Keeping his eyes lowered to her changed mound, he said, "Show me."
His words needed no translation. Catherine brought her hands to her hairless mound and separated her vaginal lips, showing him the three rings that resided there: one in each lip and one through her pouting clit, as she held herself open to him.
"Turn around and show me the rest."
Again his words needed no further translation.
Cat turned and presented her back and ass for his perusal. And her front for the perusal of the leering cabby still leaning out of his cab. She knew what her husband was looking at: the evidence of her addition. Not only was her back and ass covered with the same lines of previous whip marks as were her titties but tattooed on her left ass cheek was the word SLAVE in bold red letters a� good two inches high.
Harold didn't miss the tattoo. Nor did he miss the rising lump in his hastily donned jeans as his mind took in all the implications of what was happening. But he wanted even more proof. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out h1s wallet and extracted a twenty. Here, take this, he said as he nudged her arm making her turn around, "and pay the cab fare."
Again Cat understood the full implication of his words. Giving him a smile, she took the offered twenty in her hand and slowly sauntered back down the short sidewalk to the cabby and handed him the twenty. "This enough?" she asked as she stood with her legs braced apart giving him all the time in the world to see her flaunted body.
"I... ahh yes ahh enough."
"How about a tip?" came from Harold who had followed his errant wife down the sidewalk.
Raising his eyes to the man standing behind the naked woman, he couldn't help but think he had gotten caught up in some kind of kinky game they were playing for his benefit. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, or a naked woman either, he asked, "What kind of tip were you thinking about mister?"
"Ever spanked ass?"
Giving he head a mental shake, he smiled. "As a matter of fact I have. Is that to be my ahh tip?"
"It is," the man said as the woman remained silent, naked and passive before him.
Opening the cab door, swinging his feet to the ground, he patted his lap. "Over you go, lady. Time for me to collect my tip." How many times over the years had she placed herself over male laps for a spanking? Too many to keep track of she thought as she draped herself over the newest one as her husband looked on with a smile on his face. As she adjusted herself so her ass was at the right angle she knew that she had been "right to return.
Harold had changed since she had left him so long ago. He was no longer wishy-
washy, but a man who knew what he wanted and went out to get it.
Just the kind of man she needed. Added to the fact that she still loved him was a bonus of immeasurable magnitude. Maybe if she had been a little more open in her desires... but then she couldn't change the past.
Those thoughts however were soon vanquished from her mind as the cabby began collecting his tip.
CRACK! Echoed down the almost deserted street of the small subdivision as the cabby's hand descended with ample force as she squirmed on his lap. A hot ass was always a sure-fire way to heat her up real quick.
CRACK!
CRACK!
Harold watched in utter delight at the scene being played out in front of his staring eyes. He watched each of the twenty delivered. Smiled as Cat's ass shook and quivered with each one. Rearranged his throbbing cock and looked around trying to see if any of his neighbors where watching too. Probably not, he concluded as most houses were dark, but there was the possibility and that made him smile even more.
The condition of his wife's body told him a lot.
Told him that mother and daughter were very much the same. Maybe he would suggest to John that rings be installed in Chrissy too. After all, he had missed installing them in his wayward wife. But as he thought about John he knew that any such suggestion was not needed. He would, however, demand that he get to help when the time came.
Then pulling his straying thoughts back to the present he watched the last of the twenty being delivered to his passive wife. I t had been there all along. But it had taken her desertion for him to really see it. He would make no such mistakes from now on.
Bending over and taking Cat's arm, he helped her to rise off the man's lap. "See you later," he told the unknown man and led his wife back to the house. Telling her to grab her bag, they entered and closed the door behind them.
"Wait for me there," pointing to a spot in the center of the living room, "on your knees. I'll be right back to show you some of the changes that have occurred since you left."
He waited long enough to see Cat kneel where he had told her to, then turned and walked back down the hallway. As he approached he was somewhat puzzled at the lack of sounds coming from the room he had just left. But as he stood in the doorway he saw the reason.
John had obviously finished fucking his daughter while he was with his wife. He was not, however, finished with administering to her slavish needs. Chrissy was still hanging in midair from her bound titties, her hands still free at her sides, as John and Frank looked on as each held a weapon in hand.
Frank was again holding his favorite paddle and Harold knew that soon his daughter would again be feeling it on her slavish ass. John held a crop in his but Harold didn't know what he would be using it on her.
"Where you been?" John asked as he saw Harold come back after an absence of several minutes. It was unusual for him to leave and he was curious as to why he suddenly did. Especially when he was whipping Chrissy's bound titties and fucking her. Her old man seemed to enjoy watching almost as much as doing.
"There was someone at the door." Seeing John and Frank's expressions, he smiled.
"Remember me telling you about my wife, Cat?"
They both nodded and he saw Chrissy looking at him strangely too.
"She's back."
He let that statement settle in for a few seconds.
"And now she is my slave." He smiled at the expressions on Frank's face, but John took his statement in stride. Hell, didn't anything get a rise out of him? "But I'm willing to share her just like I share my daughter with you two. Interested?"
"Go on," John said as he gave Chrissy a glance to see how she was responding to her father's words.
Her mother was back? After all these years? Those questions were quickly erased as another thought came to her. What would that mean to her? Would she have to share her three lovers? Her three masters? with her mother of all people? Would her mother upsurge her place? Would this be her last tittie hang? Her last taste of the pain she craved? NO! surely not.
"Like I said, I'm willing to share her with you two also. Just like we share Chrissy. All three of us can train her, use her and fuck her. Oh," he added with a smile, "in case you're interested, she has rings in her. One in each nipple, one in each pussy lip and one through her clit. Cat has not denied herself since she left. I think it only appropriate that we, ahh shall we say, continue on the path she has chosen."
"Fine by me. Why don't you bring her in here and we'll give her a trial, see how she compares to her daughter. Oh, and Harold, make it a good entrance." John told him as he signaled his brother to stand back from the hanging Chrissy.
John's words eased the last of Harold's qualms. He was still firmly in the plan with both his daughter and his wife. He had John's word on it, a word that he trusted.
Giving them a nod he turned to the collection of erotica arranged around the room. Wanting to make a "good entrance" as John suggested, he looked until he found what he was looking for. Taking them with him he returned to his wife in the living room.
Cat was still kneeling in the center of the floor where he left her. Standing in front of her he dropped a long, slender chain with a clip on the end between her legs. "Clip that to your clit ring."
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With widened eyes Cat took the chain and with trembling fingers did as ordered as she wonder when Harold had become so commanding.
Four leather bands were then dropped in front of her. "One on each wrist and ankle, slave." Fumbling fingers finally managed that task as she felt her blood begin coursing rapidly through her veins. Her hot ass and the implication of what he was making her do made her extremely excited. And when he walked behind her, dipped her left wrist band to her left ankle band, her right to her right, she expelled a sigh of pure passion as she understood his intent.
Walking around her again, bending over to take the end of the chain attached to the ring in her clit, he said, "It is time to met your daughter again." Then after a significant pause, he added, "And her other Masters."
Not giving his wife time to brood over his words, Harold turned and pulling on the chain in his hand led his wife down the hallway. Needless to say it was a painful journey for the woman in his wake, but Harold only slowed his pace a bit. He smile with each of her groans as the chain pulled the shit out of her extended clit as she waddled down the hallway behind him. It was past time that she was in her proper place.
Stepping through the doorway leading to the punishment room, Harold stood aside so all could see who and how he was leading to them.
John smiled at his actions but soon turned his attentions to the woman waddling her way into the room.
Frank almost shit his pants as he saw the tension old Harold was placing on his wife's stretched clit.
Shit, he didn't think all the weight he and John had used on Chrissy their first time in the woods together had pulled her as far as Harold was doing to the cringing woman on the floor. Of course the weights they had used on Chrissy had been attached to her titties and cunty lips, not her clit, which made it all the more impressive.
With suppressed moans of her own from still being hung by her now black titties, Chrissy watched the dramatic entrance of her long lost mother back into her life. She had to admit it was an impressive entrance. Her body didn't look much older than hers did, even knowing her mother was in her early forties. And the dngs... now that was an exciting thing to think about. Would John do that to het too? she wondered as her mother finally raised her eyes to hers.
Chrissy saw two reactions: shock and instant recognition.
Catherine could hardly believe her eyes. That could only be her daughter before her. Her daughter hanging from fat titties that had obviously been whipped very recently. As had her pussy too. As she sway slightly in midair Cat could also see that her tush had not be neglected either, but that looked more like the work of a paddle. A heavy landing paddle at that. It was then that she noticed her free hanging hands and understood the full implication of what she was seeing.
Her daughter was just as much a slave as she was!
For several long seconds silence prevailed until John broke it by asking, "So, Harold? Shall we make them into matching bookends?"
Everyone present instantly understood his question but all eyes turned to Harold still pulling the chain in his hand. Cat swallowed the lump in her throat and knew that soon she too would be hanging by her fat titties just as her daughter was. But then, with a silent chuckle, she thought why not and looked up at her husband.
Things were moving a bit fast for Harold but as he looked down at his wife, his wife who had agreed to be his slave, he nodded his head in answer to John's question as he saw nothing but surrender in his wife's eyes. Yes, they were alike.
"Capital idea, John. Would you two mind ass, isting me?" "Our pleasure," John said and his brother nodded in agreement too, leaving the main task to the man of the house.
"Cat?" he asked his wife as he stood before her.
She knew what he was asking. She also knew her answer and what was expected from her. Giving Harold what she had always wanted him to take she said, "Hh... hang me from my titties, Master."
Harold. whip me until you forgive me for leaving you, Master."
"Oh, Cat, it will take a long, long time for me to forgive you completely. A long, long time indeed. And a lot of pain."
"I accept that, Master, and look forward to your forgiveness. No ahh matter how long, or painful it is. I ahh told you I was your slave and I meant it.
Do to me as you wish, Master. I am yours to command."
Never had Harold, even in his wildest dreams, thought to hear what he just had heard from his Cat. He knew he was to blame for her leaving, but It was finally in his power to keep her. To keep her happy. To keep her his. His slave!
Making a major production out of selecting the ropes, Harold took more time than was needed to wrap them around her fat titties until they were cutting into her flesh like daggers. But other than groans that she couldn't suppress no matter how hard she tried, Cat remained totally submissive to his each and every move until they were firmly set.
Then like John had earlier, Harold handed off the ends of the ropes to the two brothers. It was he who stood in front of the slowly rising female though as her titties raised her off the floor. Hands still bound to her ankles, she rose at an up tipped angle as the ropes were pulled and pulled until he signaled for them to be tied off.
Still having a hard time believing Harold got a sudden idea and immediately acted upon it. Using the chain that was still clutched in his hand, he pulled. Cat's scream slammed into his ears as she began to slowly swing back and forth as he used the chain again and again to pull on her stretched ditty.
Even the silently moaning Chrissy had to admire her mother's guts. Not once did she scream for him to stop. Oh, yea, she screamed in pain, in passion, in ecstasy, but not once for him to stop her torture.
Even John was impressed, but he didn't let it show. Instead he reached for a pair of whips: one the nine strand cat, the other the flared tipped crop.
Pointing to the paddle on the nearby table to his brother, he gave Harold his choice of cat or crop to begin to match mother to daughter.
There was really no choice. Harold took the crop from John. With hand motions he told him to unhook his wife's hands from her ankles. Soon both mother and daughter were hanging free from their discolored titties as the three men surrounded Cat and began the process to match them.
Not releasing his hold on the chain connected to her extended clit, Harold began using the crop on her cunty. Pulling the chain this way and that he made sure that the crop found every fraction of an inch between the juncture of her legs as she screamed and twisted before him.
John took a stand off to the side and began swinging the cat at her bound and bloated fat titties. Amazing, he thought, that mother and daughter looked so much alike. Except for certain age signs they could be sisters instead of mother and daughter. Other than the age difference they were sure as hell alike. Why the hell did Harold ever let her go?
Frank wasn't given to introspection as they others were. No, his full attention was centered on the squirming ass before him that he was paddling. Nothing, absolutely anything compared to paddling a willing ass. Mother, daughter, total stranger, it made no difference to him. An ass was an ass. And this one wasn't bad looking either as he concentrated on obliterating the tattoo with other splashes of color.
Chrissy hanging across the room only envied her mother slightly. At some other time it might have been more. But not now. Not when it was all she could do to remain conscious from what she had, and was still, enduring. Maybe another slave wasn't so bad after all. She had Monday, Thursday and Saturday, her mother could have three of her own.
Then another thought came to her. On the one-day not set aside for pain maybe she and her mother could have some fun of their own. She had always wondered what it would be like with a woman. Her mother seemed the perfect one to experiment with.
Yes, maybe having another slave around wasn't so bad after all.
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Catherine couldn't believe what she was feeling.
The pain. The passion. The unadulterated lust she felt was astonishing.
Over the years since she had deserted her family she had been commanded by many a man. Women, too, for that matter. But the combination of, the three men, her bound position, her previous time with the cabby and her exhibitionism was having a cumulative effect. She had long ago passed beyond her first climax and was fast approaching. the zillionith as titties, ass and cunty were effectively attended to as in the background she could see her daughter.
Little Chrissy. Never would she have thought of her daughter as being like her. She had always been so goodie-two-shoes. Harold had insisted that she be treated younger than she was. Had she changed? What had changed her? The woman hanging across the way was far from a child, and the marks... no that was no little girl. Nor was she herself. Both women who knew what the wanted.
Being honest with herself she had to admit that she really didn't think mild mannered Harold would ever change. She had done everything she could think of, short of outright telling him what she needed to be content, and he had not acted upon it. Was it just the passage of time that had changed him? 'Should she have stuck around?
Well, hell, there was no way to change the past.
But the present and the future sure as hell looked and felt promising as the pain flooded her senses.
Her titties felt like they were ready to pop. Not only by being hung from them but by the proficient whipping they were getting from a man whose name she thought was John. As for the one paddling her ass, she had no idea what his name might be. But he sure as hell knew how to swing a paddle.
Harold was no slouch at snapping a crop either, she easily confirmed as he continued to use the chain to get at every square inch of her cunty.
There was no denying that coming home had given her a few surprises, but there was also no denying that it was oh so nice being welcomed in such a way.
"No ahh quite yet, Cat love. Not quite yet," Harold said as he laid another vicious swat of the crop to her open cunty. No, he had years to make up for.
Then suddenly, for no reason he could understand, he looked over at his daughter. Chrissy was still swaying slightly/ as she hung by her black fat titties. He saw her cringe and knew that she had to be in overwhelming pain, if for no other reason than the amount of time that she had been hanging.
Oh, well, he concluded as he whipped his wife's cunt another time, it was her birthday. One that he was sure she would remember for a long, long time. But for the time being, he had a wayward wife to contend with.
"Aaahhhhhhhhhaaaa yeeessss ahhh whiiiiippp mmmmee ahhhh paddddddlllle meeee fuuuckkkk mmmmeeee." Like mother, like daughter.
He raised the crop again as he aimed for her pulled clitty.
