Cringing Chrissy
by Unknown


ONE 

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. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh yeeessssss ahhh yeeeeeeessss whippp mmmmme ahhh whippp 
myyyyy assss." 

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. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhh yeeessssss ahhh yeeeeeeessss ffuck~ mmmmme ahhh fucckk meeee 
deeppp." 

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. 

"Yyyyeeeessssaaaa ahhhh yesssss biiitte 'eemmmm ahhh suckk 'emmm huurt 
thhemm ffffoor meeee." 

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. 

"YYyyyeeeesssssa hhhhahh yessss whhipppppp mmyy titttttiiiess whipppp themmm 
harrdddder." 

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. 

WHACK! 

"Ahhahhhaa yeeeeeeeeessss whipppp ahhhh whipppppp mmmyyy slutishh pussssssy. 
Whhipppp ittt harrdder." 

Her father had every intention of doing just that. 

Years of planning and patience was finally paying off as he raised it again, 
his target the same red slot of oozing female juices. 

WHACK! 

"Ahhahhhaa yeeeeeeeeessss whipppp ahhhh whipppppp mmmyyy slutishh 
pussssssy." 

"Sleazy damned slut. Take that." 

WHACK! 

"Ahhahhhaa yeeeeeeeeessss whipppp ahhhh whipppppp mmmeeeee. 

WHACK! 

"Beg for it slut. Beg for the whip to your slutish cunty." 

WHACK! 

"YYYyessssssa hhaaaahhh yeesss whiippppppp meee." 

WHACK! 

God! the thrill. The power! 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhggggaaaa yesssssssssss whipp mmmee". 

WHACK! 

WHACK! 

There was no more pink flesh in side between her legs but he was no content 
yet. Not by a long shot. 

WHACK! 

WHACK! 

"Beg you slut. Beg!" 

WHACK! 

"Aahhhhhgaaaaaaaa yeesssss whippppp mmmmee ahh forrrgivvvee mmmee." 

"Not until you fucking bleed slut. Not until you bleed." 

WHACK! 

WHACK! 

"Aahhhhhgaaaaaaaa yeesssss whippppp mmmmee huuurt meeee." 

WHACK! 

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. 

WHACK! 

WHACK! 

"Aahhhhhgaaaaaaaa yeesssss whippppp mmmmee huuurt meeee." 

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. 

"YYyyesss ahhhh yesss whippp mmmeeeee fuuuckkk meeee fillllli meeeeeee." 

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. 

"Aaaaahhh hhhhaaaa yeeeeeeesssssss yeessssss...ahh yeesssss." 

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! 

Juices literally splatted with a squashing sound. 

"AAAAaaaaaaahhhhgggggaaaaaaaaaaaa yyyyyyesssssss ahhh wwwhhhiiippppppp 
mmmmmmmeeeeeee ahhhhhaaaaaaa." 

Being more than happy to oblige, John did. 

TWACK! 

TWACK! 

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. 

TWACK! 

TWACK! 

TWACK! 

"AAAAaaaaaaahhhhgggggaaaaaaaaaaaa yyyyyyesssssss ahhh wwwhhiiippppppp 
mmmmmmmeeeeeee ahhhhhaaaaaaa. 

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. 

"Aaahhhhaaaaa yeeeeeessss yeesssssss ffifffffuckk mmmmeeee ahhhh fuuuckkk 
mmmme booothhh offfff youuu." 

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. 

She loved it. 

"Aaaaa sseveeeenn." 

"Aahhhhhaaaaaaa yyyyeeeessss yyyyeeeeesssss." 

"Aaaahh oonnne aaaaaaahhagggggggggg tttttwooo ahhhh yeeeeeeeeeesssssss." 

"Ttttttthhhreeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhaaaa andddda fffouuurrrrrrr 

"Yyyyyyyyyessssssss ohhhh yeeeeess." 

"Aaaaa sseveeeenn." 

"Aahhhhhaaaaaaa yyyyeeeessss yyyyeeeeesssss." 

"Aaaaa sseveeeenn. " 

'~ahhhhhaaaaaaa yyyyeeeessss yyyyeeeeesssss." 

"Aahhhhhhaa tttteeeennnnnn 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhgggga yyyyyesssssss yyyyyyesss yyeessssssss." 

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. 

caresses her eager titties. 

Swish~sh CRACK split the tranquility of the room. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaa yeeeeeeesss whhippp mmmeee... aaahhh fffffffuck 
mmmeeee." 

Swish~sh CRACK and she pun her two bystanders to her throbbing titties 
again. 

Swish~sh CRACK split the tranquility of the room. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaa yeeeeeeesss whhippp mmmeee... ssuckkk mmmeeee." 

Swish~sh CRACK. 

"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhaaaa yeeeeeeesss..." 

Swish~sh CRACK. 

"yyyyyeeeesssssssssss ahhhhaggaaaaaaaaaa whippppp mmmmmeeeeeee suuuckkk 
mmmee." 

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. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh fuuuuuckkkk mmmmeeee ahhhh Fraannkkkkk fuuuckkk mmeee." 

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... 

Maaastttter pleassseeeaa fuckkkk youuurr slavvvvvve. " 

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. 

"YYyyyyyessssssssaaaaa yyyyyyesssssss fuuuckkkkkk meeeeeee... ahhhhh 
hhurtttt meee fuuuckkk mmmee." 

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. 



EIGHT 

"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. 

..... 

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. 

Home sweet home. 

"Aaahhhhhhhhhaaaa yeeessss ahhh whiiiiippp mmmmee ahhhh paddddddlllle meeee 
fuuuckkkk mmmmeeee." 

"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. 

Ah, perfect aim. 

Perfect.


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