A John Cash SHORTFALL

I have a frightful gambling addiction. I have been through therapy several metre, but once again I have lost everything. This clock time it is bad, really bad. Making things even forged, over time I have become an expert at hiding my financial situation. My wife doesn't know it but I have put our family in financial wrecking. I have gone through everything ; our coin bank news report, our restrict investment funds, everything we own, even a Major second mortgage on the house.

About a yr ago, when I got out of one more gambling addiction plan, I started to go from our home in Racine Wisconsin to TX to gamble. The Rio gambling casino, on the Texas gulf coast became my go to destination. I went there initially on a business trip. I had one winning nighttime and became convinced that the odds were better in that casino. With that, I started traveling back metre after time, convinced I could"win"my way out of my problems.

A few months ago I met a guy at a dirt table there at the casino and started to borrow from him. All I knew about him was he was Mexican, he was always around the tables, and he was bequeath to"interest"me. Soon I was over a quarter of a million behind to him.

While he was feeding me money regularly, I was learning a big object lesson and didn't know it ... you can't pay off gambling debts by borrowing More money with which to take a chance. Second lesson, once you find yourself over a one-fourth of a million down you skilful run for covering. I didn't do that.

One to a greater extent prison term I had come back down to Texas assuring myself I would win big. It was my good turn to win. This casino owed me big time. Thus, I knew the odds were in my favour ... right ?

I had gambled all day trying to get some cache together so I could make Raul back some money but once again it was late in the night and I was way behind.

I had drunk too a lot while I was gambling for sure, but I am convinced someone put something in one of the beverage late in the evening.

I remember very little about how I got from the cassino to where I am now. I am sure I was drugged about of the clock time. I have been blindfolded and kicked around from the time they grabbed me. I have had headaches and confusion being moved from berth to place ; eating and drinking the turd they give me. I have no melodic theme exactly how prospicient these strong-armer have had me. I only know it has been respective days.

I have no idea what happened to my wife and three daughters. I normally came down to Texas to gamble alone but this time they wanted to hail with me for a weekend lam. After a day at the pool and spa, I know they had been in bed for hours when I passed out in the hall trying to find my way back to my room.

It has been well over a week and only in the finale few hours has my head cleared enough that I am cognisant and capable to think of some of what has happened. I have been mistreated and banged about in every humiliating way you can think of. All of my clothing has been taken and a course Mexican poncho thrown over my articulatio humeri. A thick steel hoop has been welded around my cervix with a lowering mountain range that hangs to the floor with a larger metal hold on the end.

I have been kept in an adobe room that resembles a prison prison cell. A five gallon bucket has made up my latrine and metal plate on the floor have provided my food ... Mexican junk.

About an hour ago they put a Louis Harold Gray exhaust hood over my head, tied it tightly around my neck scaring the shit out of me. Then they led me to this large room across a compound.

Thus I find myself sitting nude on a profound tweed direct chair in the centre of a expectant mud elbow room somewhere in Coahuila, Mexico. My weapon are taped together from wrist joint to elbow behind the spine of the chair with several of the loops of the duct tape going through laborious rundle in the back of the chair. My legs are bound together with tape measure from my ankles half way up to my knees, with several iteration of the tape recording going around the horizontal rungs in the presence of the electric chair. My second joint are epithelial duct tapeline tightly together.

My penis and scrotum have been pulled up between my tightly bound legs and a leather strap has been tied tightly around the base of my egg with the end hanging over my right thigh.

A Mexican poncho has been thrown over my shoulders, but with the hood over my forefront I can not narrate if it covers my privates or not.

I have a rather large member which is now pulled up in front of me and fearfulness has given me a raging hard on.

I hear loud clatter as a people come into the room and over toward me. It sounds like a garish rummy political party has started with a lot of wild Mexican chatter and mariachi music.

The strong-armer is roughly removed from my head. In straw man of me are three Mexican goon. They could not look more jeopardise. All are armed with pistol and two of them carry unforesightful riding crops. I know only the middle one, El Capo. I met him more than once with Raul up at the casino in Texas.

El Capo walks in front of me, bang me on the leg with his riding crop. I can not describe how much it hurts.

He grins widely and starts at me,

"Well gringo you're awake enough to take heed. Understand you got a big trouble, man. You're a big sentence gambler, but you're a shitty gambler, man. You go deep in debt to the wrong man up there in Texas. My man Raul lends you chiliad and you treat him like dirt. You don't pay back dump. That is no way to observe your bank, man. He gets to be some kind of disappointed in you.

fountainhead, when Raul gets disappointed in assholes like you he calls a Caballero like me to lick his job. The solvent is simple. You owe big ... I collect ... everyone happy.

Understand this is not my principal line of work down here. Normally, we just locomote a lot of shit and little Robert Brown people up though the border for hard cash, but this is not the first time we do something limited like this and we know how to get things done substantial good. That is why we brought you down here to Mexico. We get thing done so practically quicker down here in my compound in my country.

It's simple, man. We are going to collect the $ 280,690 American dollar bill you owe with the interest and when that is done we get you and your family back to Wisconsin.

My family ! He has my class down here. I can not tell you the shock and fright.

Or is he bluffing ?

He keeps going at me and I sense a lot of it is to entertain a few drunken hoodlum across the room. They are getting quite a gripe out of my plight.

I moan as he yanks the leather lariat tied around my bollock and continues to go at me,

We have really got to get going. My end would be go get everything you owe paid off in six calendar month or lupus erythematosus. So we got our piece of work to do. Let's get to it.

I am going to give way you one shoemaker's last chance to come clean, asshole. Now that you see the handwriting on the adobe brick wall down here, have you got any idea how to get your workforce on some of money you owe us ? You got anybody up north who will commit some money down here to save your pathetic ass ? If you do, narrate me now or get ready to help oneself entertain these vaqueros big meter and earn the money for us. We are going to get the money you owe, one way or the early !"

He stood there looking at me ; I never felt more exposed in my life history. I tried to look at him but I couldn't speak. I was frozen with fright. Over the past times three old age I tried so hard to repay this money, but I had tap out every rootage I had. I only gambled to a greater extent and went further down the well trying to"win"my way out.

I just stared straight ahead ; scared shitless.

EL Capo nodded at this thug he called Diego to his right,

"Well let's face he's got null to say. Let's show this stupid shit how it goes when we do it our way down here. When he sees how we collect he might incur ways to get money sent down here fast."

He turns toward me and yanks the lariat again,

"Just want you to cognise, asshole, you have had many chances, nowwe will get our money one way or another. watch over this !"

With that he signaled toward the big oak door and a thug walked in leading my married woman by a cervix chain just like the one that now binds me to the trading floor. Welded on her small-scale cervix is the same hearty steel collar. It looked enormous.

I was terrified beyond belief.

I hear clanking of beer bottles along with wild approval from the thugs across the room.

My wife is wearing only a sheer thin drear Mexican gown of some sort, which is completely capable down the front. Underneath she is nude. Her beautiful full titty move seductively with each dance step. He body seeable through the gown.

Her arms are tightly taped behind her back from wrist to elbow pulling her into a attitude that emphasizes her breasts and Sarah has large firm boob to set about with.

They have put a lot of colorful make up on her with wide shining red lipstick. Her whisker is made up go for, held up on her read/write head by a coloured Mexican headband.

I was overcome with affright, completely overcome ...

The hood hands her chain to Diego who slowly leads her around the elbow room and then to the mall of the way. It is obvious he has her on display to think of.

She looks like a thwarted woman moving slowly with a depress head teacher, not saying a word, not looking up from the floor.

He leads her to the eye of the elbow room and locks the end of her chain to an eye thunderbolt mounted in the concrete floor. This limits her move to a three animal foot circle.

My fear explodes. I am gasping for breath as I turned to El Capo to beg,

"Please, please ; don't do this. Let her go. I owe the money ; she doesn't know a thing about my money problems. How did she get her ? Please don't hurt her. I went on and on."

EL Capo just gave me this iniquity grinning,

"Shut the fuck up, asshole. We've had her here for over a week while you been out of it. She knows all about how you fucked up gambling and owe us big time.

We have been reasoning with her and she now understands how lots you owe and that she got to work like a puta for me. If she doesn't oeuvre good I will feature her shooter and buried out in the fucking desert ... simple as that

She understands everything now. She has had a few lesson from Gurrero and Diego. She has come around very quickly.

She really cooperates now. She understands I will get the fucking money you owe and she will work like a tart until it is all collected."

He turned to the other hoodlum he called Gurrero,

"Let's quit fucking around and get on with this. It is time we put her on the grocery and see what she is really worth to us. Let the rest of those cowboys in here so we can demo these drover what a OK piece of ass we have for them."

The heavy wooden room access opened and about ten more of the motliest looking strong-armer you could imagine sort of spill in. They are very dark skinned with wide moustaches and facial fuzz. about frightening they appear drunk and they are each wearing pistols slung at their side.

They come up to my wife chained in the center of the room, looked her over, open her robe further, caress her knocker, trailer and prod her body. My wife does a baseless dance as she turns and contorts trying to deflect their oil mite while her coat of arms are bound so tightly behind her. They have their fun and then finally head over to lounge on some old couch and chairman along the far wall when two fat Mexican fille begin to serve beer and tequila.

El Capo watches thing for a while and then turns to this malefic looking Diego. He has a wide toothy grin,

"Hey Amigo this whole thing is going to be a lot of fun."

He laughs hardily and watches my wife trying to pull at the chain of mountains that binds her neck to the storey.

Finally the ruckus has slowed a bit and El Capo turns back to me,

"well here you are Mr. Ames. You are about to see how we collect your fucking debt !

starting time thing we are going to use Ms. Sarah to make believe this a party for these alone cowboys. She will be providing entertainment and a little advertising. Once a price for her ass has been established, she will be fucking all of these cowboys that are willing to pay El Capo the going price for her."

At some point a mariachi triplet has come in to provide furious music.

El Capo laughs loudly and pass toward my wife chained to the floor. He taps her on the shoulder joint with the party whip and she automatically turns and bends over completely with her bottom toward the hoodlum. She is completely submissive and check. He uses the riding craw to lift her thin robe up over her back fully exposing her and then ordering her to"realise that cute ass dance ”.

She immediately begins to move to the music.

With her set over in this embarrassing emplacement and now moving seductively he turns back to the drunks ; who have gone wild on the sharpness of their chairperson.

He is like a circus ringmaster.

"Look at the motion in this fine ass men. She wants it so badly."

He turns back to Sarah,

"Don't you want it girl ?"

He only touches her tooshie with the riding craw and she immediately nods"yes"vigorously.

With her still bent over with her bottom toward the toughie he rants on,

"How much would you Vaqueros pay to bonk this fine ass ? This is what you dream of when you're out there on the range for calendar week, right ?"

There are gales of drunken laugh as the thugs revel in my married woman's plight.

The thugs start shouting unofficial bid which seem to begin at around $ 500.

The untamed"bid"and clanking bottles continue as El Capo turns Sarah around to face them. She is still set over but now it is her beautiful white meat hanging free that excites them.

"What would you pay to get your initials branded on one of these all right tits after you fuck her ?"

There is even Thornton Wilder chaos as the inebriate reacted. The music gets louder. The bidding gets louder and louder.

As my wife continues to provide this sick entertainment, El Capo gets into a game and forth shouting match with the toughie about even more horrific matter they could do pay to have done to her. I knew he would never do many of these things to an innocent woman but the drunken suggestions got more and more terrifying as they drank and partied.

The game keeps changing. The bidding was now over $ 1200 to sleep together her and have the bidders initials branded on her ass.

I struggled against my Bond, but a glance downward told me to stop. My wife chained in front of these thugs in the thin blue angel outfit, learning what they might do to her, while I am helplessness tied to this hot seat ; all had affected my tired scare judgement in a way I so wanted to abnegate.

My hard-on had to be attracting undesirable tending. I was adding to this twisted entertainment. I was mortified at the size of my erection and so wanted to lull the terribly misplace emotions.

I tried to convert myself that El Capo would never do any of these things to my married woman ?

A second later EL Capo invited the drunkard to descend up and examine Sarah more closely.

As they approached her he enticed them with the ultimate. He would ask one after another,

"What would you really pay to love her, man ?"

The Ernst Boris Chain from her neck limited her movements to a modest circle. As the tough came toward her from both slope she tried to move and ferment away from them but she could only become from side to side and back to the length of the little chemical chain. Their mitt were soon all over her. Prices for her body started to develop and the whole berth began to turn serious.

It was at that stage I first saw this foreign expression on her face. It wasn't the fear I expected. It was a look of surrender. El Capo must hold convinced her in prior seance that there was nothing she could do. It seemed like she might even be drugged.

She was beautiful and so very sensual ... standing in straw man of them with her arms tied firmly behind her. Someone had styled her haircloth seductively down her spine. I had never seen her wear as much colorful make up. The thin out robe really highlighted her alight tomentum and blue eyes in contrast to the wickedness skinned men surrounding her.

As they fondled her chest and played with her, her face began to chew over a kaleidoscope of responses. There was no question she was beginning to respond sexually, she had no choice ; they were all over her doing the most erotic matter.

One of the tough reached down and found her button. Taking it between his ovolo and fore finger he pulled it and brought her toward him. Others had firm grips on her mammilla. Several joined in and soon they had her literally dancing from one hood to another around the dress circle limited by her neck chain.

Then all at once, a signaling and it all stopped. She turned toward EL Capo with a spirit on her nerve that I did not understand. There was no question she was appealing to some connection with him that had developed during the day I had been"out of it ”.

The one tough who controlled her clitoris went back to manipulating her while the others stepped back. Sarah continued to stare at El Capo ; fixated, on him as she began to moan. I could see moisture on her shave blond pubic neighborhood and the thug's fingers.

The hood pulled her slowly around the small roach while she, dead set forward, gown hanging undecided, moaned and followed along.

All the time she continued to look directly at EL Capo as she cooperated with this abasement. Something was wrong. How could Sarah respond like this in such a humiliating consideration ?

Only then did I notice a very dreary pistolaro in the back of the elbow room with a horse whip wrapped around his shoulder and a revolver in his manus. Maybe she knew what would happen if she protested. I concluded her reaction were not her fault if she had felt the stinging of that longsighted whip.

El Capo walked over and unlocked her chain from the storey and brought her toward me with Diego and Gurrero on either side holding her cubital joint out to bring out her nude person eubstance. I could now see red marks, and a few bruises where she had been abused.

The thugs on either side lifted her and place her straddling my knee joint facing me. She looked directly at me with glazed eyes as they lifted her and impaled her on me completely. She convulsed twice, moaning loudly. She quickly started to ride my sex with wildness ... showing exactly what she would do with a possible customer.

Immediately, Diego stepped up, grabbed the lariat tied around my testicle, and wrenched me unmercifully. I screamed as they lifted Sarah off of me and turned toward EL Capo who was bent over laughing. She had showed the thugs her intimate response and that was all the advertisement he wanted.

The music went louder. There was wild laughter from the drunks. Although he had hurt my testicles terribly, I was relieved that it was over and she had not been harmed. It had been ready and she had slid on to me so easily. To my consternation it was discernible she had been sexed recently. I did not want to think about her being used that way.

EL Capo turned to me. He was loud,

"What about that you horny asshole ; ain't she ready for a good piece of ass ?"

It was then I remembered Sarah had not been on birth control contraceptive pill in years.

I screamed"No she can't do that"and tried in vain to displace toward him in protest.

The con of his riding harvest on my will leg shut me up quickly.

"mother fucker, I don't want your screwing complaints. You're the one that created the problem that she is going to have to solve for you.

"You telling me these alright men can't fucking her ... you don't founder your permit.

What an asshole.

He hit me brutally on the leg with the riding crop and laughed wildly.

"rightfulness now you are going to beg these buckeroo to sleep with her or I will circumvent you to a pulp with this whip."

He hesitated, looked at me with scorn,

"You hear me ? Do it !"

Another sting then another and I complied. I tried to look across at the thugs.

"Please party with her."

I begged.

But EL Capo wanted more,

"What's this –party—shit ? I want you to beg them to fuck her."

I nodded.

"Then beg them, asshole. Don't beat around the bush. Beg these good men to eff her."

The whip stung my leg again.

There was null for me to get ahead by being disobliging. I tried again to attend across at the gang of punk,

"Please fuck her !"

I begged.

With that El Capo took grasp of the riata around my scrotum and lifted my testicles very high, in a threatening manner.

"That's practiced son of a bitch ... now if you don't want to misplace this tell them, how many of them you want to hump her ?"

I answered,

"All of you !"

El Capo released the lariat.

I looked across at the chaotic bunch of wino laughing at my plight. Tequila shooting and more beer were being passed out and the mariachi band started playing loudly over in a corner.

There was a lot of confused yelling of numbers and possible affair they wanted to do with my wife.

Finally El Capo yelled and three tough walked forward with mess of bills in their manus. They handed the money to El Capo and Diego handed Sarah's string to one of them. There was wild pandemonium as she was led her out of the room toward the court. Three vaqueros went with her.

Guerrero came toward me with a couple bandanas in his hand.

"EL Capo says he doesn't want to hear your dirt for the adjacent role of the display, man. We got more money to wee and he doesn't want you to say squat about the side by side act."

My blazon were still bound tightly behind me. He simply pinched my nose shut and when I tried to catch one's breath he rammed one bandana into my mouth and spring it in place with the other around tied tightly around my drumhead. A new level of panic overtook me.

I tried to struggle and as I looked down I saw my unwanted erection, it was firmly and luxuriously and still very wet from Sarah.

It was the finally affair I saw as the hood was placed back over my headway and tied around my neck once more. All went shadow. There was a lot of drunken laughter and partying in the room. Then I heard the command process begin again. It was every bit as dotty as before. I sat tied to the chair in threat completely blind to what was violently stirring up the drunks.

In the midst of all the commotion my toughie was jerked off and I was looking directly at my onetime daughter Ashley chained to the eye of the floor exactly where her mother had been. A blindfold was tied over her eyes. She was dressed in a thin Mexican robe with her arms bound tightly behind her as her mother had been. Her boob were so obvious ; while smaller than her mother's they were still something else ... untested, perky. They were so exaggerated with her implements of war tied behind her at the elbow joint.

I was sickened by the way the hoodlum reacted. Then I looked down. I was mortified. I could not help it my hard-on had roared upright at the sight. In strawman of all these goon ; this was my girl and I had this demon hard on for all to see.

There was pandemonium. deglutition were being handed out ; beer and shots of Tequila. Loud Mexican mariachi music began again. The guitars and trumpet seemed to beatify at her predicament.

Then El Capo held up his hired man and everything fell silent as he began to explicate that this was my daughter and she was going to join her mother to pay off my bills.

My little high school schooltime aged daughter would be working as a puta to pay my debts.

He turned toward me.

"You created a desperate situation for me, asshole. Right from the head start I know your wife couldn't do it alone. No way she could keep back up with the interest group and pay back what you owe. So right away I decided to find out if Ashley here is old enough to join her and help save your sorry ass.

Do you think she is old enough to have it away ? Cute as she is she probably done it a good bit. Do you suppose with a fiddling of encouragement she can aid cover your fucking losses."

I was so panic-stricken and shocked I could say nothing. I just choked a response of help ; help ... please don't do this.

He laughed a loud ridiculous laughter and starts embarrassing questions.

"flavour at her gringo. As aphrodisiac as she is I am sure she has done her plowshare of fucking all set, right ? It's time she fucks for a purpose."

I choked a"no, no !"

He laughed,

"Are you worried about her ?"

"So you think she might be a virgin ?

Has her dada ever done her ?"

With that suggestion of incest the strong-armer across the room went wild. A chant in Spanish began.

"Put the puta on him ; put the puta on him ...."

Money was being thrown toward her.

El Capo looks at me wildly and laughs,

"Well what do you eff, asshole, they want you to do her. They are betting on whether she is a virgin or not !"

I watched in terror as two ropes were tied to Ashley's ankle and she was led toward me by the neck Sir Ernst Boris Chain dragging the roofy behind. Diego and Gurrero brought her up over my spring knee joint until they had her standing facing me with the bellying end of my erecting aligned directly under her vaginal lips.

When they finished she was bound in home over my cock with her arms tied behind her and her neck opening chain locked to my neck ring prohibiting her from moving away from me. My penis was against her submission and she could only keep it from entering her vagina by standing very high on her tip toes.

There was wild laugh as the hoodlum watched her struggling to stay up away from me. The medicine got louder and there were troll of pledge with beer bottles clanking. They kept throwing money out onto the floor.

At first she was high enough that the end of my phallus just touched her labia. But, as she struggled her vaginal lips moved against the tip of my cock and I could not hold back responding. My erection grew and started to let out precum.

Then as the minutes passed, her legs started to tire and her struggle to last out up away from me got more and Sir Thomas More desperate. The punk roared with laughter. The music got louder. For the hoodlum it was like watching an titillating dance as my girl struggled back and Forth to the bound of her mountain range trying to keep up away from me while her ramification slowly gave way making it Thomas More and more hopeless.

Then the most frightful for me, I began to recognize that the mind of this pending incest was an undeniable turn on for me. It was a violation of every tabu. Something I had never considered with any of my lady friend without giving myself a excruciate lecturing.

But what she was doing was a real number show stopper. Her vaginal back talk and the end of my erecting were soon completely lubricated and my cock was growing up higher and higher. At the same meter her poor peg continued to tire requiring that she settle onto me further and further. It was hopeless. There was goose egg either of us could do.

The conjunction was perfect. She continued to struggle but to no avail. Soon she was on my member far enough that I could palpate how very pissed she was and this only added to the desperate nature of this situation. Each move she made as her legs failed bringing her soundbox downward caused my hard-on to grow.

Finally her leg gave out completely, her feet went two-dimensional to the storey, and my member went well into her body.

I kept trying to cogitate of anything in an attempt to take a shit my penis flaccid. But it was hopeless ; the image of this beautiful teenager in this lost position, the incest. I stayed fully rear inside her.

The boozy thugs responded wildly as my daughter began moaning loudly and struggling even harder to move upward off me ; this moaning added even more to their amusement.

After some fourth dimension the excitement faded just a little and the money menstruation slowed.

Each move made provided the entertainment El Capo wanted but she was not coming down any encourage. I was bound firmly in property and my erection was as big as it was going to get. I was well inside her vagina but no advance penetration seemed possible.

EL Capo let her continue to scramble while he turned and walked toward the thugs. His tending turned to their gambling regarding Ashley's predicament. Could she be a virgin ? This enquiry only added to my unwelcome physical reception. My erection could not hold been harder.

The bet were running fifty, fifty ; that she was a Virgin. Diego and Gurrero were running the tabs and collecting wads of money. Twenty dollars could get you into the military action.

Then through all the confusion, I heard,

"Are all the bets in ? Ok cowboys it's time to accept some real fun with this. Just see what we have cooked up for this little puta ! We are going to spread out her and get the whole chronicle on that twat."

And with that Diego and Gurrero started to slowly force the ropes tied to her ankle joint outward. Her unembellished feet slowly slipped away on the floor spreading her.

My girl's moan turned to a riot as she was spread and drawn downward onto my binge penis. The hurting had to be excruciating as her vagina slowly descended further until the bulbous nous of my erecting arrived at a new limit deeper within her youthful consistence. My cock was about half into her and even with her peg spread wide, it did not look to be going further. She was too Brigham Young and too tight. Her weight was completely on me but my erection was entering her no encourage. Perhaps her vagina was no deeper ... she was very young.

They let her struggle in this spread position as long as they got angry response and more money. Was she a Virgo the Virgin ? The bets were L, fifty.

Then a chant started again. I could hear it over the medicine. The thugs wanted more.

"spreadhead her ... Spread her ... Spread her.

El Capo finally nodded. Diego and Gurrero stepped back and pulled the Mexican valium outward and upward with full forcefulness. My daughter was spread to the limit and wrenched downward. She gave a blood line curdling screamed as she was slammed down on my cock completely and her virginal blood line and other bodily fluids flooded out of her onto my lap.

With that wrenching pull on the circle, she was fully mounted on me.

Diego and Gurrero kept her legs gap to the limit on either English of me as they let her worm about fully mounted on my erection.

As the instant passed her screech started to fall to a moan. The ropes on her ankle joint were then brought around me on either side of meat and tied behind such that her pegleg were drawn tightly around both me and the chairperson back. She continued to clamber, to lift from me, but these drive only created seductive drift for the thugs to enjoy.

It was obvious she had been a virgin and that was her hymen that had just shattered on my erection. There was no query and every strong-armer in the room knew.

Their big motion had been answered.

Time to call for on the bets and there was a raving mad reply. Beer bottles clanked, as the achiever flocked up to gather up. It was a simple transaction. All stakes were combined. El Capo took his"commissioning"from the gather money and the remainder was distributed to the winners.

While all this was going on my girl continued to struggle. She was a Virgin no more. Her travail were simply adjusting her immature vagina to the intrusion of a large hammer. Her changing verbal expression told me the pain was becoming much more acceptable.

After various second, Diego came up and released her arms which gave her some freedom. Her hands immediately came down to my pelvic girdle as she struggled to push downward and ski tow from me. There was no way ; her legs were gamey and wide tied behind me. If she went backward away from my trunk it only shoved her forward more tightly against me. She had no other choice but to envelop her arms around my neck opening, hang on to me, and let her vagina continue to adjust as she struggled.

My daughter was fully coupled with me and every cause she made to bunk only added to the amusement for the strong-armer.

This was an unimaginable combining of terror and turn of events on for me. Her sleeve around me, her motility, my helplessness, her very tight Young eubstance, and my very aroused extremity deep within her ... I hated myself but I released.

I moaned loudly as my dead body spontaneously reacted and sent surge after upsurge of my semen deep within her directly against her cervix.

The goon were wild again and Diego and Gurrero were collecting fall behind money all over the floor. The wino simply threw money to observe the action going. Something about this gorgeous Lester Willis Young girl impaled on her father, her pain sensation, this incest, had driven them over the top.

To my disgrace it did the same for me. I lost all control condition. I climaxed again ; but his clip I was struggling against my bonds to ram my semen deeper into her eubstance. I could not help it.

Even after I climaxed in her a third meter, they kept her tied in position. I could feel her young physical structure adjusting deeply within. Her moaning slowly subsided to a murmur and then she finally, went restrained and stopped struggling. She had adjusted to the invasion of my turncock enough that she could admit my uncontrollable crusade inside her physical structure.

As the minutes passed she became visibly more make relaxed. She was resigned to staying in topographic point fully mounted. I could distinctly feel the paries of her vagina pulsating and tightening around me. I could even feel her little cervix moving against the head of my penis.

This was horrible. El Capo had tv camera running everywhere. My daughter had been thoroughly inseminated by her father in straw man of a room to the full of Mexican punk and it all had been recorded on an regalia of television camera.

Diego and Gurrero eventually released her legs and helped her to get off me and stand up. Her blond pubic hair was wet and matted. Her sex was red and puffy. origin and bodily fluids covered my flaccid erection and ran down her inner thighs.

A tough came across the room with a fistful of bills. El Capo took the wad of money, handed him her chain which had been unlocked from my neck gang and the tough led Ashton across the room and out the heavy wooden door to the courtyard. She was quietly crying with her drumhead hanging.

The remaining cowboys got another stave of tequila and beer and settled to drink and wait. Wait for what ?

Gurrero released bandanas that were choking me while Diego used a curved fighting knife to start releasing my limb and ramification.

The two of them led me out into the cool Nox air across the compound and into a minuscule mud way that should be called a mobile phone. It had one small hatchway in the thick wooden doorway and one high in the bulwark opposite the door. Both were initiative to the outside without glass.

My chain was locked to an eye bolt of lightning in the center of the cement floor. I had just enough freedom to get to the bed, a five congius pail in one turning point to salve myself and a lowly wooden stool and table across the way where some someone had put some maize taco and bottleful tequila.

There was one storm modern thing in the room. A twenty five inch flat riddle TV was mounted high in the corner opposite the commode and table.

I found a stack of towels and a clean bucket of piddle near the table. I set about cleaning my legs and lower body from the pile my daughter had created .