Daddy :

It wasn't so much the thought of the crippling debt that scared me as much as the techniques they'd use to get it all back.

It started of with a gram here and there, the odd political party or rave but it was soon out of control and now I'm getting threats.

YOU PAY OR SHE DOES ! 12HRS.

That's the letter of the alphabet they posted through my threshold yesterday forenoon whilst I'd gone jogging. Plain and simpleton. They didn't have to condition, I knew they meant my daughter. She'd already warned me that she'd seen them, lurking around outside her college, hooded up and blacked out. I'd no approximation what they were planning but I knew they'd targeted her and so I told her to quell at base at all time. She hated that. Any teenaged missy would.

That was a few weeks ago and we hadn't seen them since so I just thought they'd interchange tactics you know ? How incorrect could I have been ?

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It's 6:49pm now and I'm starting to worry. lemon is usually back from college by five, six at the a la mode and still I haven't heard a cheep. I try to calm my mettle, pace from room to room, hindrance and recheck my telephone set hoping for a yell or even a text. naught.

"Relax,"I tell myself."It's only a few blocks away and she knows not to walk home alone."

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The clock is reading 8:27pm when my phone finally pings with a message. I almost trip over my own feet in the rushing to read it. My pith pounds moderation, I'm sure it must be Maize, flavour at the clock time !

times UP !

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My fountainhead spins and my stomach flips as my thinker process the image on the screen in front end of me. My infant, my only girl !

Her legs are spread wide, kept apart by a farseeing metal perch and shackled at both anckles.

What's left of her pleat gentle skirt is twisted around her tiny shank. Her blouse has been ripped in two and draped over her expression to sustain her screen. I'm only certain it's Indian corn because of her strawberry blonde curls which are now in a matted halo around her currently invisible face.

Around her almost naked body I can cook out at least three figures but their shadows

conceal their features. It's a disgrace that that's all they conceal. I can make out each one of them, hands around their long thick looking cocks, all aimed at her uncover dresser and breast. I don't know what to do. I have no mind where she is or how I'm supposed to get to her but I know I must. I have got to get to her before they do anything worse, god only knows what that could be ...

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L.V :

"Why ! ?"She's stopped screaming now. I guess being fucked for two hours straight by seven dissimilar men would drain the vigour from anyone."Why me ?"

The girl is still naked but I've taken the cloth that was her shirt from her facial expression now. I don't need to hide my face, I just didn't want her aspect in the picture. Now that she can see me, I can see her more clearly too. The promising blue pools of her heart are framed in long almost inconspicuous blonde lashes that match her strawberry curls. Her lips are also strawberry but if a different make, bright red after hour of forced to suck on throbbing cocks.

"I didn't want to do this you know."I try to explain myself, I don't know why, guilt ? I doubt it but still I continue."If your father paid his bills on time you wouldn't be here."

She rolls her beautiful eyes and tries to sag her shoulders but the cuffs that are holding her script above her oral sex prevent it.

"You're full of shit you know."Her spirit is resigned, not tempestuous or hateful, she says it as a topic of fact."There are so many former ways you could own got your money out of my shitty dad, you wanted this. I don't know why you're bothering to deny it."

She's right. Of course she is ! Even now, I've fucked every trap in her perfect little body and still my hammer is self-colored. I'm unsatiable ! I'm supposed to be giving her a rest whilst my cooperator gets hold of the young woman dad but I can aid intellection of my cock forcing its way back down her throat from invading my judgement. I feel wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh and suddenly think make love it ! She's here for a ground. Getting up I stroll towards her, freeing my member, letting it bounciness towards her human face. With a handful of her curls wound tightly around my outset, I force her face back onto my prick and push him as far down her throat as I can.

Just then the room access swings open and my pardner walkway in all smiles."He's coming boss."

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Maize :

They've showered and dressed me and I don't know why. A few min ago there were three hombre taking turns trying to see who could fit the most finger's breadth in my ass and the next I'm being shoved down a corridor and told to clean house the fuck up. My heads spinning but I do as I was told. In the room they locked me in I found a long black dress with thin crossed shoulder strap and a pair of Negroid stiletto pumps with a cad so big that it reminds me of the foresighted stopcock that had been choking me just a few minutes earlier. Now that I'm white I dress in those. My hair is a tangled good deal and all over my pale cutis I can still see the handprints of those men in the form of small red bruises, not colored enough to be physically irritating, just enough to remind me of the battering my wretched mess had to endure.

Over by the mirror there's a red make up bag and as I rummage through it, using what I can, i think back to the death thing I heard the boss say."I think he's here. ”. He seemed happy about this mans arrival, excited almost. I can't assistance but wonderment who it is they were meaning. Maybe the guy they're all calling boss is only the foreman of them and maybe the tangible boss has arrived ? That would excuse the pauperization for me to calculate half way presentable. Although that was the case, would they have used me the way they did ? Wouldn't they have saved me for their boss ? It's not like I'd be a good deal use to him now ! I can still feel the tiny cuts in my ass and my pussy every clip I try to walk or sit. My lips are bruised and my throat is so raw I'm scared that if I have to speak I'll only manage a narrow escape. Maybe that's how he likes them ? Or maybe I'm on the wrong path altogether. I pull my hair into two ponytails as requested and start to mull over who else it could possibly be. I keep trying to beer away from the thought but no affair how backbreaking it try my mind keeps coming back with the Same end but it can't be right. It just can't possibly be him !

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