BRADY BUNCH: JAN ON HER OWN

BY KENNA

[ part 27 ]

Jan’s month with Bill was coming to an end. When Kyle sold (at a record price according to Bill), she’d fulfilled her bargain with him. The next day, Bill overpowered her easily and used a chloroform rag to knock her out. When she awoke, Jan was in a totally unfamiliar room. She was naked and tied with her hands behind her back, her elbows touching and her chest thrust out. Her feet were tied to her hands and she was balanced on her knees. Her hair was tied to the ceiling, her only form of support and balance. She could feel leather straps wrapped around her head and blinders prevented her from seeing to the side. She didn’t know how long she’d been in that position, but her knees hurt terribly already.

She wondered what Bill was up to and then her eyes focused on a 10-year-old girl directly in the center of her vision, impatiently waiting. Jan’s eyes widened in surprise and she said, “Hello, daddy’s wicked honey pot.”

“Damn, you remember me,” said the girl. “That’s so nice of my new slave girl, but I was hoping that you wouldn’t remember me so I could punish you for forgetting.” The honey pot pulled Jan’s shoulders forward, stretching her hair more and making her scalp hurt. “I saw you at Bill’s house and told daddy that I had to have you, too. I always get everything I want.”

The girl’s words pounded in Jan’s ears. Bill had sold her to this wicked little girl even after she’d done her end of the bargain. He’d probably already left town with all his money and now she’d never get home again. Worst of all, she knew that Hank was somewhere around. The Hank that had raped her once and had suffered at her hands. She was his fellow slave. What would he do to her?

The 10-year-old pulled on Jan’s nipples – hard. Jan could do nothing but watch and wince as her tits were stretched and pain shot through her body. It was delicious pain, but the fear of the unknown dampened it. What if the girl never let her cum? Her new mistress let go of her nipples and moved to the side. Jan turned her head to follow her mistress and for the first time, she realized that there was another girl tied in similar fashion right next to her, identically attired, missing only the blinders. This girl was about 16-years-old with full, firm tits. Streaks of tears ran down her strained face. The honey pot grabbed gold rings that pierced the 16-year-old Petra’s nipples and pulled hard. “Thank you, daddy’s wicked honey pot,” panted Petra. “Please may I suck on your nipples?”

Instead of answering, the honey pot stepped back to Jan and repeated the nipple pulling. Jan winced in pain again and said, “Thank you, daddy’s wicked honey pot. Please may I suck your nipples?” In response, the little girl pulled off her T-shirt, revealing large puffy nipples on her otherwise flat chest. She put one and then the other to Jan’s mouth for Jan’s attention.

Her mistress walked to the side again and Jan followed with her eyes as she went past Petra and stopped in front of 25-year-old Ursula. The older woman had been the honey pot’s first slave, going on 2 years now. Jan could lean her head forward to make out the pain on the beautiful woman’s face, the gold rings in her nipples, and the full, ripe body. Ursula had once had a life, but now lived only to serve her mistress. Her independence totally forgotten and her will broken, Ursula was a consummate slave. “Does daddy’s wicked honey pot wish this pain toy was in more pain?” asked Ursula.

Without a word, the honey pot picked up a wooden stand about 12-inches long. Jan could see two short cords at the top of the stand. She didn’t know what it was, but did know that it was going to cause the woman pain. There was a sinister smile on the honey pot’s face as she placed the feet of the stand directly between the woman’s breasts. The girl attached one of the cords to Ursula’s left nipple and the other to her right nipple. When the girl pulled the cords tight, Ursula’s nipples were pulled out hard toward the top of the stand. Even when the girl removed her hands, the wooden stand remained in place, stretching Ursula’s tits until the honey pot deigned to remove it. Ursula moaned in pain during the stretching, but said, “Thank you, daddy’s wicked honey pot.”

The girl repeated the process with Petra who sobbed through the ordeal. When the honey pot stepped back, Petra choked out, “Th-thank you, daddy’s w-wicked honey pot.”

Jan expected the same treatment, but the girl walked right past her. As her head turned, Jan was startled to see a figure on her other side, just three feet away, tied the same as all the others. But, this one sported a hard cock with a cock ring at its base. Hank was right beside her! The look he gave Jan as she saw him for the first time was chilling. But, his head turned to face his mistress as she stopped in front of him. With obvious reluctance, Hank said, “Does daddy’s wicked honey pot wish this pain boy was in more pain?”

In another minute or so, Hank’s nipples were stretched and he too moaned in pain. Like the girls, he had gold rings through his nipples, but Jan noticed gold rings on his scrotum as well. Surprised, she turned to look at the two girls on her other side. Sure enough, when she looked closely, she could see gold rings hanging from their cunt lips.

Shortly after that, daddy entered the room. “Is she ready, honey pot?” he asked.

“Yes, daddy,” said the girl.

“OK, now, you’ve watched daddy do this many times. Since this is your first time, I’ll watch and make sure you do it right.” He towered over the kneeling Jan as his daughter started to work on her new slave.

First, she put an ice cube to Jan’s left nipple and held it there. It chilled Jan and her nipple hardened at the cold touch. Though it was uncomfortable, Jan couldn’t get away from the freezing touch and felt her nipple going numb. Mercifully so, as the girl held up a long needle and pressed the point against Jan’s hard, protruding nipple. “Here, daddy?” she asked.

“That’s good,” he replied.

Jan gasped as the needle penetrated her nipple and appeared on the other side, boring a hole right through. Despite the numbness, the pain was intense. “Aaaaaa,” she moaned, feeling the exquisite pleasure of her painful abuse. I’m owned, she reminded herself, suddenly reveling in the feeling of helplessness. This is what I deserve. When the honey pot put an ice cube to her right nipple, Jan felt her pussy getting wet. The 6-inch needle still ran through her left nipple, 3-inches showing on each side. She felt the wonderful prick of the second needle in her right nipple and gasped in pain and pleasure. She was excited as the honey pot withdrew the needles and picked up two gold rings. Her mistress was going to adorn her with gold rings! She proudly thrust out her tits and let her mistress attach the rings. “Does daddy’s little honey pot wish this pain toy was in more pain?” she gasped. Please!

Instead of a response from the girl, it was daddy that moved. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “Suck this,” he told Jan. He knew the pain that Jan was in right now from her newly pierced nipples and the thought hardened him to his full 6-inches. Though the cock was relatively small for the experienced cocksucker, Jan shook her head. She wasn’t going to let it be that easy for him, or herself.

“You slut,” snarled daddy and he grabbed the rings freshly inserted in Jan’s tender nipples. He pulled on them and Jan screamed. It was like an electric shock that shot through not just her nipples, but her entire breast. When he released her, the ache continued. Jan wondered if the juice running from her pussy and down her thigh was noticeable to them.

Do that again, she thought to herself and I’ll suck it. He did and she did, greedily sucking his cock into her mouth and swallowing his cum. “Thank you, master,” she said.

Daddy chuckled, “Bill said she was well trained. He wasn’t kidding.” He looked at his watch. “Honey pot, daddy’s gotta go do some business. But, remember, at 4 o’clock, I’ll be back and we’ll watch him fuck her.” He indicated Hank and Jan as he said that.

Jan turned her head to look at Hank. He was looking back at her and mouthed the words, “You’re fucked, bitch.”

After daddy left, the honey pot untied Ursula. The woman, who could easily have overpowered the 10-year-old, dutifully followed orders without a thought of rebellion. First, she untied Petra, leaving the 16-year-old’s arms tied. After her 6-months of slavery, Petra still could not be trusted entirely as Ursula could. Next, she untied Hank, again leaving his arms tied.

Finally, she got to Jan, but her orders were different for the newest slave. Ursula untied Jan’s hair and untied the rope binding her feet and hands together. She tied a new binding that tied Jan’s hands to the wall behind her. Still balanced on her knees, Jan felt the strain shift from her scalp to her shoulders. Then, the honey pot pulled on her nipple rings. Jan felt her weight shift forward, off balance. She felt forward until her arms were stretched to their maximum, her brief fall ending with the pop of her shoulders. “Aaaaaaa,” she screamed. “Oh, God, oh, God.” She thought her arms would be torn from their sockets.

The honey pot just laughed as Jan screamed in pain and Jan knew there would be no respite from the pain and no orgasm to culminate it. Through the pain, Jan watched the honey pot put Hank through his own torment.

Hank had learned quickly that his cooperation would earn him great rewards. Aside from the pain, humiliation, and loss of freedom, he was in the best position of the slaves. The honey pot wanted mostly to humiliate her female slaves and Hank was another weapon in her arsenal. For the honey pot’s pleasure, Hank had fucked Ursula and Petra, cumming each time he did. The two had to blow him and swallow his cum. Captured by his own lust for sex, Hank was becoming a trusted slave. So, when Ursula untied his arms, he simply stood and waited for commands. He wanted to abuse Jan, but he knew he’d have that chance later. To do so now, against his mistress’ wishes would lose him that chance.

The honey pot removed the rest of her clothes and said, “Am I sexy, pain boy?” She knew her daddy’s prohibition against getting compliments from her slaves, but she enjoyed that answers that she got from them anyway.

“You are the sexiest girl in the world,” said Hank. “I live only to serve you. I am not worthy of looking at your sexy, naked, beautiful body.” Despite those words, he didn’t take his eyes off of her. She wiggled her small body for him and his cock hardened. She liked to tease him and then get him to fuck one of the other slaves. “My tongue desires to taste your honey, daddy’s wicked honey pot.”

The honey pot lay back and let Hank lick her close to an orgasm. As she approached her orgasm, she pushed him away suddenly and said, “Put it in me. Fuck me this time. I want to cum with a boy’s cock inside me.”

Horrified, Hank pulled back. “But, your daddy… I mean, my master, said I could never or he would cut it off. Please, I can’t.”

“Shut up and do it,” said the 10-year-old, her legs spread lewdly for her slave.

“I can’t,” repeated Hank. His cock still stood out hard, the cock ring preventing him from wilting though right now he was scared enough to lose his erection. “He’ll cut it off.”

“He’s not even here,” said the girl.

“What if…?” said Hank.

“What if I tell him that you raped me,” she said to him.

“I wouldn’t do that, ever, daddy’s wicked honey pot.”

“But if I told daddy that you did, then he’d believe me, wouldn’t he?”

“Yes, but I…” Hank stopped as he realized that his denial would mean nothing to his master. If his daughter said so, then he would believe her, not a slave.

“Good, then fuck me or I’ll tell daddy that you raped me.”

The choice was clear to Hank. He either did it and probably not get caught, or didn’t do it and be castrated for a crime he hadn’t committed. “Yes, daddy’s wicked honey pot.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want to fuck the little vixen, it was just that he had been told never to do it – even if she ordered him to. She was sexy and she knew it. He climbed between her little legs and put his cock to the entrance of her pussy. As he pushed inside her, he said, “Daddy’s wicked, wicked honey pot.”

She cooed at the sound of his voice. She was wicked and she liked being wicked. In fact, she was letting Hank fuck her only because she wasn’t supposed to. “Make me cum, pain boy,” she said. “Make me cum and I’ll let you shoot in Jan’s mouth.”

The boy fucked her for all he was worth. With the cock ring in place, he had no fear of losing his erection or of cumming inside his mistress. He called her sexy and wicked and beautiful and she responded to all of them. Only her daddy had fucked her before and the forbidden nature of this tryst drove her to a wonderful orgasm.

Through a red haze of pain, Jan saw Hank’s cock wave in her face. Without a second thought, she sucked it into her mouth. She couldn’t move without incredible pain, so she simply held still as the boy fucked her mouth. The pounding of his hips against her face sent a knifing pain through her shoulders with each thrust. Mercifully, he came quickly.

Untied, Jan could do nothing more than fall forward. Her arms were limp and her legs too stiff to move. She lay still for several minutes, slowing stretching her aching limbs and getting her blood flow back to normal. The honey pot was busy riding Petra’s face or else she might have prodded Jan to a more rapid, painful recovery.

When the honey pot was done with Petra, she ordered them into another, smaller room. This room had no windows. Four mattresses on the floor were the only furniture. A sink and toilet stood in one corner. She shut the door, leaving the four slaves alone.

Jan collapsed onto the mattress that no one else had claimed. “What’s your name?” Petra asked her.

“Jan,” said Hank for her.

“You know her?”

“Went to school with her,” he said. “She’s the one that got me here.” Hank explained the capture, his training, and his eventual sale.

When he was finished, Jan said, “You left out the rape.” She told Petra the first part of the story that Hank had left out.

“I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” said Petra. “There was a shooting at my school and everybody panicked. When I got out of the building, this guy offered me a ride home. I wasn’t thinking straight. Shit, I was scared out of my mind.” She blushed and said, “I guess you guys know what happened then.”

“Let’s see,” said Jan. “Raped?” Petra nodded. “Tortured?” Again a nod. “Sold to the highest bidder when he was done with you?”

“Yeah, he kept me for about a year I figure, then another girl shows up and I’m out. Poor thing was just 13, but she was the new toy and I was the old one. I’ve been a pain toy for daddy’s wicked honey pot for 6 months now.” Petra still had some fight in her despite her year and a half of slavery. It galled her to have to obey the 10-year-old. “Damn her,” she said.

Ursula looked up at the sound of Petra’s curse, but said nothing.

“Daddy’s wicked little brat,” said Hank.

“No!” said Ursula. “Daddy’s wicked honey pot.” She looked around as if someone were there to hear.

Even Petra put her fingers to her lips. “Be careful,” she said to Hank. “You haven’t seen her mad yet. So far she’s just been playing. Don’t ever say anything but ‘daddy’s wicked honey pot.’ Understand?”

“Don’t argue with daddy’s wicked honey pot,” said Ursula, looking at the wall. “Don’t be slow. Don’t hurt her. Don’t fight. Don’t say bad things. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.”

After a few seconds of silence, Petra said, “Jeez, that’s the most I’ve heard her say in a long time.”

“What’s her story?” asked Jan.

“Been here for 2 years, she says,” said Petra. “She talked when I first came, but then she did something wrong. Didn’t see her for a week or two. Been like this ever since. Nothing left in her. She’s got a degree in Psychology from, think she said, UCLA. Did some drugs. Ran out of money and stole something from her dealer, some coke, I think. Bam. Don’t know if I believe her about the dogs and horses and all, but he made her do porn stuff.”

“Dogs and horses?” said Hank.

“Yeah,” said Petra. “Said she had to suck dog and horse cocks. Weird stuff. She’s 25, whole life ahead of her. Pretty girl,” she said with sympathy. “Aren’t you, Ursula?”

“Not,” said Ursula. “Daddy’s wicked honey pot is pretty. Not Ursula.”

“You’re a pretty girl, Jan,” said Petra.

Ursula looked hard at Jan. “Not!” Then she looked at Petra. “Not you either.”

“Not as pretty as daddy’s wicked honey pot,” said Petra with a hint of sarcasm. Then she said to Jan, her voice very serious, “And don’t you ever forget that.”

Petra moved over and lay down next to Jan, putting an arm around the 12-year-old. “Do you mind?” she asked cautiously as she hugged the younger girl.

“No,” said Jan, returning the hug. The gentle contact was most welcome. Her world had suddenly become so uncertain. The cold knife of betrayal stung her soul. She’d done her end of the bargain and Bill had still sold her. She’d been tortured with no rewarding orgasm. There was still the menacing encounter with Hank yet to come. A tear ran down her cheek as she thought of how this outing had begun a month ago as a lark. In her innocence, she’d never anticipated anything like this.

The two girls pressed their naked bodies together for the warmth and security gathered from the touch of another human body. It was not sexual, just comforting. “Hang in there, Jan,” whispered Petra. “It’s summer break. She fucks with us every day, but when school starts, it’s only a couple of times a week.”

Hank crawled onto the mattress with the compliant Ursula. “Horse cocks?” he asked her, his cock stirring at the thought.

She nodded.

“How do you suck a horse cock?”

Ursula put her hands out as if grasping an imaginary cock and jacking it into her wide open mouth.

Jan and Petra held each other without speaking. The sound of Ursula sucking off Hank filled the room briefly and then it was quiet.

Pizza was delivered at what Jan assumed was lunchtime. She thought it incongruous for two large pizzas to be shoved under the door, but Petra assured her that this was not unusual and they were never poorly fed.

Two hours later, the door opened. Daddy’s wicked honey pot stood there flanked by two large men. “I want my new pain toy,” she said. When Jan stepped out, the honey pot fixed a collar around her neck and led her away on a leash. The room she was taken to looked every bit like the torture chamber that it was.

Jan was stopped in front of a wooden box on the floor. It measured about 18 inches on a side and about 4 inches deep. The box was open on top with a piece of wood across the center of the opening. The center strip of wood was about 10 inches wide with two semi-circles cut in each side of it. “Get in the box,” said the honey pot.

Jan stepped in. “Like this,” said the girl, pushing Jan’s feet until her ankles were each in one semi-circle. The honey pot added another piece of wood to the top of the box and Jan realized what was going on. The addition of the second strip of wood trapped her feet in the box as like a set of stocks. With locks and clips, the piece of wood was secured around her ankles and she was immobilized with her feet trapped in the box.

“Lean forward and put your hands in,” said the honey pot. Soon Jan found her hands trapped as the other two semi-circles augmented with another strip of wood. “Stand up. Straighten your legs.” It was an uncomfortable position, especially since her arms were shorter than her legs. It put her head down and her ass up in the air. She’d never felt more vulnerable.

“Nice ass,” she heard a man’s voice say. She recognized daddy’s voice. “Daddy will just be a minute, honey pot,” he said. “I just want to try out your new toy myself.” Jan looked back through her legs to see daddy, totally naked, walk up behind her. She could see his cock probe at her pussy. Tensing, she tried to keep him out. A spanking, then a fucking, she thought. But, it was not to be. Her legs were spread slightly by the box on her feet, giving him enough access to slide his cock slowly between her legs and into her 12-year-old pussy. Once in, he hammered his cock in and out of her tight cunt. I’m being raped, she told herself. She hoped it would be enough to get her excited and cum, but again it was not to be. Daddy came quickly without ever stimulating her clit. His sperm trickled down her leg and she remained unsatisfied.

She closed her eyes in despair. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on her ass. Smack. “Aaaaaa,” she screamed. Her eyes flew open and she saw the honey pot swing a riding crop against her ass. “Eeeeee,” she screamed. “Please, stop,” she begged. It was backwards. Spanking, then fucking, she thought. Not fucking first. “Eeeeeee,” she screamed in pain and frustration. Her ass was thrust up in the air, the perfect target as the honey pot rained blow after blow on it.

Jan’s cunt moistened as her beating continued. When her juices ran down her leg, the honey pot just thought it was daddy’s cum. “Please, touch me,” begged Jan. “Let me do it. I’ll play with myself, daddy’s wicked honey pot. Wanna watch me cum for you?” But, she wasn’t sure if she actually said that out loud, and if she did, she didn’t know if her words were intelligible through the screams. The honey pot didn’t stop for a long time.

Finally, released from the box, Jan was led back to the playroom, where she had started the day. Hank was there, but she didn’t see Petra or Ursula. She figured it must be 4 o’clock because daddy was there and he said, “Have at her boy. I know you have a score to settle with her. She’s all yours.”

Hank was cocky as he approached Jan. She considered a swift kick to his balls that would lay him out, but she had no doubt that she was there for the pleasure of daddy’s wicked honey pot. If she disabled Hank or fought too fiercely, it would probably make the girl and her daddy very mad. And then, of course, there was that orgasm that had been denied her all day. Hank was her ticket to relief. Hank grabbed her firmly in his arms and pressed his lips to hers. His hands slid down to grasp her red-striped ass and squeezed hard. “Mmmmm, aaaaaaaa,” gasped Jan in pain.

“You’re gonna do everything I want, or else,” said Hank, adding another squeeze to her sore ass to emphasize the ‘or else’.

“Yes.”

“Come on, bitch, how about a yes, master Hank?”

“Yes, master Hank.”

Hank’s voice was sinister and low as he said to her. “If I have to be this little bitch’s pain boy for the rest of my life, you’re gonna suffer along with me.” Neither the little bitch nor her daddy could hear him. “Sweet revenge,” he gloated. “Tie me up, spank me, fuck me, sell me. You’re a real piece of work, aren’t you, Jan Brady? How could you do that to Johnny, Kyle, and me? Well, you’re gonna pay for fucking up our lives.”

Hank picked up a length of rope. “I’ve paid attention. I watched you and I’ve watched daddy and his wicked honey pot. You’re gonna get the same thing you gave me.” His hands were unsure, but he knew what he wanted to do. It wasn’t quick, but he tied her hands to ropes suspended from the ceiling and pulled her to her toes. He attached the stretching device to her nipples as Jan watched helplessly. Her pain mounted. Her arms and legs ached and her feet burned. The sharp pain in her tits gave way to a dull throbbing. Hank punctuated her ordeal with occasional slaps on her tender ass.

“Stick out your tongue,” said Hank. When she did, he clipped a clothespin on it. He followed that with clips on her pussy lips. Then, he ran a rope around her waist and between her legs. It disappeared into her cunt slit, rubbing her clit painfully when he pulled it tight.

“Pleath, Hank,” pleaded Jan. “I’ll let you fuck me. Take me hard. Make me thorry.” She craved a cock in her cunt, not the scratchy rope that was there.

“I watched you with Bill,” said Hank. “I’m not fucking you, bitch. You’re not cumming today. I’ll get my rocks off, but not you.”

“Pleath,” whined Jan. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes and ran down her cheeks. No more pain without the pleasure, she begged silently.

Watching them, the honey pot and her daddy got excited. It was the pain and the domination that they found arousing and there was plenty of that going on. Not taking their eyes off the action, daddy slowly stripped his honey pot, running his hands over the sensitive parts of his daughter’s body. She cooed with pleasure as he fingered her cunt and she shook in the first of many orgasms. Daddy stripped himself and sat her on his lap, with his cock pressing against her hairless slit.

“Oh, daddy,” breathed the 10-year-old, her voice husky as she watched. “He’s hurting her all over.” She shuddered to another climax. “Fuck me, daddy, please?”

The man knelt his wicked honey pot on her hands and knees and entered her tight pussy from behind. Neither of them took their eyes off the scene in front of them as they positioned themselves and started to fuck.

“I want a blowjob, bitch,” said Hank. “And I want you to beg to give it to me. Remember when you made me do that? I begged to do Johnny, you fucking bitch.”

“Yeth, mather Hank,” said Jan, her voice strained with pain.

Hank removed the clothespin from Jan’s tongue, but before she could beg, he put a ball gag in her mouth. “I want you to beg,” he said. “Just not yet.” He glanced briefly at the father-daughter audience, noting he had their undivided attention as they fucked. Then, he picked up the girl’s riding crop. “Daddy’s wicked honey pot has warmed your ass well, hasn’t she, bitch?” he said, making sure his audience could hear him. “I’ll just have to…” Without warning, he smacked the crop across Jan’s exposed tummy.

“Uuunnhh,” responded Jan, her face registering her surprise.

“They’re getting off watching you scream, bitch,” said Hank softly. “That’s your sole function in life right now, bitch.” He snapped the crop across her tummy several more times, then working down to her soft inner thighs. “Oh, yes, then there was the time you smacked my balls.” He reciprocated with a vicious lash to her pussy.

Jan jerked as her pussy felt the sting of the crop. It sent pain through every fiber of her body as the sudden movement popped her shoulders, strained her already aching toes, made her stretched tits jiggle, and made the rope dig into her pussy even harder. “Mmmmmngggg,” she groaned into the gag. She wanted to tell Hank how sorry she was. Her revenge had backfired and now she was the one getting punished. It wasn’t fair. That was the story of her miserable life. She’d meant to get Cindy raped and got it herself. She’d meant to get even with Hank and now was getting it herself.

Her front was getting to have as many stripes as her ass when Hank stopped. He undid the tit stretcher and untied her hands. Jan sighed in relief as she came down off her toes. She didn’t even mind it as Hank tied her hands behind her back. She grunted in pain as he tied her elbows together. It forced her shoulders back and her tits out. Jan became acutely aware of the rings in her nipples as Hank fingered them. “Watch this, bitch,” he said as he tied a rope to one ring and another rope to the other one. In horror, Jan realized they were the same ropes that had just been attached her to arms. Hank pulled on the other end of the ropes. Her nipples, and then her tits stretched toward the ceiling. To keep from pulling too hard, she came back up onto her tiptoes, balancing carefully.

“Mmmmphfff,” she moaned into the gag. The noise grew to a muffled scream as her weight was now borne by her toes and tits. She couldn’t rely on her arms to bear some of the weight. Her eyes begged Hank to release her. She wanted nothing more than to suck his cock. Trying to send some kind of message to her tormentor, Jan sucked furiously on the ball in her mouth.

“Fuck me, daddy,” squealed the honey pot as she thrilled to Jan’s new predicament. “Her tits! Her tits! God, daddy, that’s gotta hurt her so much!” Jan had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as the girl obviously experienced a powerful orgasm. She was the sex show for the day, merely serving to make her little mistress horny. There would be no cumming for Jan Brady.

Daddy grunted and shot his load into his daughter’s tight cunt. “How’s that feel, cunt?” he yelled at Jan. “Fucking hurt like hell? God Almighty, hunnnh.” He thrust again. “Damn good. Looks like you’re gonna come apart. Hunnh.” He thrust several more times, each time shuddering with the release of his jism deep inside his hot daughter.

“Take the gag out,” said daddy. “I wanna hear some screams.”

Hank undid the gag and Jan’s hoarse grunts turned into throaty screams of pain. “Eeeeeeee, aaaaaaaa, eeeeeeee, pleeeeeeease, H-hank, aaaaaaa, God damn, pleeeease, suck your, aaaah, cock. Wanna. Let me. Oohhhhh, pleeease, my t-t-tit-t-ties are c-coming offffff. Cock, oh, God, cock suck.” Her scream broke long enough to her to take a deep breath and lick her lips. “Eeeeeee, aaaaaaa, cum in… aaaaaaa, mouth, fuck mouuuuuth,” her eyes focused on Hank, hoping she was making sense. “I’m a… I’m a…cocksucker… aaaaaaaaa, fuck, pleeeeease, H-hank, m-master Hank.”

Hank said something, but Jan couldn’t hear him over her own screams. He pressed his face to hers and yelled, “Did you want something, bitch?”

“C-cock,” she screamed back. “Your c-cock. My mouth. Sssssuck yooooouuuuuu ooofffffffff.”

Hank let the screaming girl down. “Damn good idea you have there, bitch,” he said to her as her screams died down to sobs. “Say it again.”

“Please, Hank, let me suck your cock. This miserable slave wants nothing more in her life than to suck the cock of her master Hank. Feed me your cock, tasty cock, master Hank and let me suck on it. I beg you, master Hank, let my mouth pleasure you.”

“Very nice, bitch,” said Hank. He untied the ropes from her nipple rings and pushed her to her knees. Jan frantically sucked him into her mouth. Her arms were still tied behind her, so she had nothing but her mouth to please him. His hands held her head firmly and pulled her forward and back in time to the rhythm of his hips.

Experienced though she was, Jan felt a rush of shame and humiliation as she performed for her mistress and daddy. This wasn’t even for Hank’s pleasure. She was pleasuring her mistress with screams, pain, and humiliation. She half longed for the degradation, accepted it as her place in life. The other half longed for the past month of domination that she’d enjoyed, gone forever now. In its place was her submission to a little girl with the face of an angel and the mind of a devil.

Hank had little self-control. He’d cum twice already today, but he’d really worked himself up for this one. Jan’s torment was over and it was time for his reward. In her talented mouth he shot his cum again and again until his cock was soft.

Jan and Hank were put back into their cell for the night. Petra said nothing, asked no questions. She’d heard Jan’s ordeal through the door that separated them from the playroom. She knew what had happened. The 16-year-old curled up with Jan, soothing her with gentle touches and soft words. But, it chilled her to know that Jan had suffered so much and the mistress hadn’t even been angry.

Jan slept fitfully that night, her dreams haunted by images of Bill betraying her, a life of eternal slavery, and, of course, pain. In the morning, she was led away, showered, and prepared for “another day of fun and pain” as daddy’s wicked honey pot said. But, this time she was hooded so she couldn’t see the people around her. All she knew of her pending ordeal was when the honey pot said, “I’ve invited all kinds of people to try out my new pain toy.”

Jan was tied on her back, her arms and legs spread to the corners of the bed. She felt the weight of the first man and heard the creak of the bed. They’d made one mistake and she was going to take advantage of it. She clasped her knees together, refusing the man’s attempts to part them. “Bitch,” she heard someone say. “This will fix her.”

Smack, a sting of pain shot through her clenched thighs. Oh, yes, thought Jan with a sense of relief. Spanking and then fucking. She heard herself screaming and her pussy got wet with anticipation. When she could stand no more, she spread her legs. “Fuck me now, please, do me hard. Do me. Do me.”

A cock slid into her. Larger than Bill’s cock and larger than daddy’s cock. She didn’t know who it was or care. The cock filled her and teased her clit. The electricity of the pain in her thighs tingled her body as she succumbed to the thrusts of the man on top of her. He was good, she thought to herself. He’s good. He’s gonna do me good. “Fuck me hard,” she panted. “Rape my helpless cunt. Make me cum for you. Please, oh, fuck!” The man’s pace quickened and she felt her orgasm looming as he did. “Oh, God, yes,” she panted as she peaked. Pain and pleasure mixed together in the slave’s body and she quivered in ecstasy. Each thrust seemed to bring a new height and then she felt him spasm inside her. Her womb filled with cum from a stranger. Her life had become cunt servant to whoever mounted her.

A second cock entered her, as big as the first. Her orgasm seemed to continue uninterrupted. Time and space meant nothing to her as she became an expanding sphere of pleasure. Her body twisted and turned on the bed as the second cock raped her, but she felt only the marvelous contact with her sensitive clit. The second man enjoyed her as much as the first, emptying his cock deep inside her, only to be replaced by a third. Jan felt as if each new rapist was lighter than the previous, as if she and her rapists were floating. Each cock was wonderful and she was sure that by now the fourth one was inside her, pounding away.

Was she screaming, was she begging, was she moaning? She didn’t know if she was doing any more than fucking cocks as they came. The pain had driven her to her first orgasm in over 24 hours and now her fear and horror sustained her. It was a magnificent paradox of pleasure aroused by her knowledge that she was nothing more than a slave, a pain toy for a 10-year-old girl. She’d been abused and would continue to be abused. But, at least she was cumming now.

The fifth cock slid into her and her pleasure lessened. She was coming down from her incredible orgasm and for the first time, she heard a voice. “How was that, honey? I’ve never seen anything like that before. Can you hear me, honey?” Fuck! Her body spasmed in orgasm again as she realized it was Bill’s voice. Her betrayer had come back to share in her humiliation.

“Fuck me, Bill, you bastard,” she yelled. “Give it to me again. Fucking sell me, you bastard? How much did you get for me? Was it worth it?” Her hips pounded up and down, practically fucking herself.

“Damn right it was, honey,” said Bill. “Worth every second of it. Fuck you, you little bitch. God damn can you cum. Keep squeezing me tight like that, honey. I’m gonna fill up your hot little cunt, too. You’re worth 100 grand, bitch. Fuck me.” He pumped as hard and fast as he could. He wanted to last longer, but after watching Jan fuck herself half to death on all the other cocks, he was ready to shoot his wad. “Oh, God, yes, here it cums,” he said and he let loose his own contribution to Jan’s messy cunt.

Jan woke up with a start. She’d fainted from overexertion. The hood was removed and she was lying on her back, still in bed. With a slight movement she confirmed that her arms and legs were no longer tied. Her eyes blinked in the bright light. There was something suddenly comforting about the big bed, the sweet smelling sheets, and the soft pillows. She snuggled up against something and felt it respond. An arm tightened around her. She raised her head and looked up to see who was holding her so gently, so warmly, and so lovingly. “Daddy,” she said as she realized it was her own father who held her tightly. “Daddy, where are we?”

“In bed,” said Mike, his hand brushing softly on his daughter’s face.

“I hurt all over,” she said.

“You OK, though?” he asked.

“I… I’ve been sold,” she said. She blushed as her daddy smiled at her. If he was here, how could that be true? Her mind tossed the contradictions around as she failed to grasp reality. “Wasn’t I?”

“No, sweetheart,” said Mike. “Bill just pulled one last trick on you. He paid the girl and her daddy to pretend they owned you, for a day. He said it was your real fantasy. Was it?”

“I was owned,” she said, thrilling to the sound of the words. “Yes, it was. But… oh, it was perfect.” She suddenly understood. “He made me feel owned, but he knew I still wanted to come home at the end.” Her hand slid down her daddy’s chest and stomach to grasp his soft cock. She stroked it to hardness. “Fuck me, daddy,” she said.

Mike looked in his daughter’s eyes to make sure she was serious and then spread her slender thighs. He put his cock deep insider her and fucked her to a pleasant orgasm. “Where did that come from?” he asked her. She’d never cum for a gentle, loving fuck before.

“Don’t know,” she sighed. “But, I liked it.”

The two dressed and Jan learned that her morning orgasm had been courtesy of her father, three brothers, and Bill. Hooded and aroused, she hadn’t recognized the familiar cocks of her own family. They were met on the way out by daddy’s wicked honey pot. Jan suddenly felt the cold fear of slavery as the little girl smiled sweetly at them. “Hi, daddy’s wicked honey pot,” said Jan tentatively.

“You’re not mad?” asked the girl.

Jan shook her head, more to shake off the image of mistress and slave than to say no. “No, of course not,” she said. “It was wonderful.”

“You really liked that?”

“Yes, I really liked that.”

“Uh, you can call me Annabelle,” said daddy’s wicked honey pot.

“Never,” said Jan with a smile. She gave Annabelle a hug and said, “You’ll always be daddy’s wicked honey pot to me. Maybe I can come back and play sometime. You know, tie me up again?”

“If you want,” said Annabelle. “Say, you wanna go play with the other pain toys right now. I can show you how to make them scream? I know you wanna get back at the pain boy.”

“No,” said Jan. Tempting as it was, Petra was her friend, she felt sorry for Ursula, and Hank was fucked already. She didn’t want to be their mistress. “No, I don’t. Let’s go home, daddy.”