TIED FOR DRUGS - SATURDAY

BY KENNA

To Joanne’s horror, the next day, she was beseeched by Linda for “that good feeling” again. The little girl wanted more of the drug that Ian had shot into her veins the day before. Joanne had hoped that her little girl wouldn’t get hooked on just one hit. Initially she tried to ignore her daughter as the 11-year-old asked for more. As the day progressed though, Linda became more insistent. The problem was that Ian had left nothing for them to use and Joanne’s alimony check was still 2 days away.

The woman knew the feeling herself, but could usually manage to keep herself together until she could afford the drug. Linda, on the other hand, didn’t have the same control and by late afternoon was demanding another hit. When she couldn’t take the girl’s whining and obvious physical need any more, Joanne took Linda with her to meet Ian.

“Stay in the car,” said Joanne with a firm voice as she parked in front of Ian’s house. She walked up to the front door and knocked.

Ian answered the door with a smile. “Back for more already, Joanne?” he asked.

“That was a dirty thing you did yesterday,” responded Joanne.

“What? Doing your little girl?”

“That too,” said Joanne. “But I meant giving her a hit when you were done.”

“Just expanding my customer base,” said Ian. “I’ll bet you still have no cash and the little girl needs something, doesn’t she?”

“No, she doesn’t,” said Joanne. That was a lie, but she didn’t want to sound too needy. She wanted to strike a deal with Ian, but not from a position of weakness.

“Yes, I do, mommy,” said Linda. Joanne jumped at the sound of the 11-year-old’s voice.

“I told you to stay in the car,” hissed Joanne. “Now get back there.”

“Now, now, she doesn’t have to go if she doesn’t want to. Besides, she’s obviously more honest than her mommy is.” Ian glanced out the door, left and right, and then said, “Why don’t the two of you come inside?”

Before Joanne could say no, Linda had pushed past her and stepped through the door. The mother followed her daughter into the house. The sound of the door shutting was ominous. She’d never actually been inside Ian’s house.

“Mommy, you said he would give us some of that stuff that made me feel good yesterday,” said Linda. “I really, really, really gotta have some more. It hurts inside.”

Ian caressed Linda’s soft cheek. “Can’t have you hurting, honey, can we? How bad do you and your mommy want some more?” He looked up at Joanne. “You want some too, don’t you?”

“Really bad,” said Linda. She didn’t care about what her mommy wanted. She knew what she needed.

Faced with the imminent promise of drugs, Joanne felt her own resolve fade. “What do you want from us?” she asked.

Ian took her question as a sign of surrender. “Let’s go discuss terms,” he said. He didn’t really intend to discuss terms; there would be no discussion. He knew he could ask for anything and get it. But, he led them to his playroom. Joanne grimaced when she saw the mix of toys that Ian had in the room. She also knew there would be no discussion.

In her innocence, Linda wandered into the room, her eyes big at the sight of everything. “What’s all this for?” she asked. She jumped at the solid sound of the door slamming shut behind her. There were no window and the only door was now shut. Bright lights lined the ceiling, leaving nothing hidden from Joanne or Linda. Fortunately for the 11-year-old, much of what she could see was beyond her imagination.

Ian went to some cabinets and rummaged through clothes that he had stored there. He was well prepared to entertain delinquent customers in his playroom, provided their idea of entertainment include humiliation and torment. Drugs were a profitable business for him, but it also provided him with the opportunity to enjoy a degenerate diversion. Girls came to him frequently for favors and he granted them after they had spent some time in his playroom. He turned to Joanne with two packages. “Put this on her,” he told Joanna, shoving one package at her. “It might be a little big, but it’s elastic and adjustable. Try to make it fit tight. When she’s all dressed up, you can put on this.” He tossed the other package on the floor at her feet. “Take off everything else. If it’s not in the bag, you don’t get to wear it. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.” Then he left the room.

Joanna opened up the paper bag that held Linda’s costume. She pulled out the pieces and laid them out in disbelief. They were incredibly revealing and skimpy even if they were a little big. As she had suspected though, there had been no discussion, only orders given. “Baby, are you sure you can’t wait? This is…”

“Mommy, it won’t be that bad. He can do what he did yesterday. Then we can feel good again.” She started to pull her clothes off. In less than a minute, the little girl stood naked in front of her mother.

Joanne swallowed hard as she arranged the several pieces of the costume. By the time her daughter was stripped, she thought she knew how everything went. The outfit was shiny black, white, and yellow vinyl. First, Joanne pulled the bottom part up Linda’s legs. There was a yellow waist band that rode high over Linda’s slim hips with a black and white thong that barely covered her smooth pussy and the crack of her ass. Another black and yellow 3” wide strap rode low over the little girl’s hips so that her ass cheeks and crotch were partially covered. Laces on the sides of the strap allowed Joanne to pull the waist band and strap tight around the narrow waist and hips of the girl. It was obscene in how it showed off the bare skin of Linda’s hips, thighs, and ass while covering very little.

The next piece of the costume was a small top that resembled the top of a bikini. Also black, white, and yellow, it had circular cups that covered Linda’s small tits. The circles seemed to accentuate her breasts. Next, Joanne pulled long stockings up the little girl’s legs, almost all the way to the crotch. The same color as the rest of the outfit, they made her legs look long and sexy. Linda stepped into the black platform shoes that sported 5-inch heels. Finished, she looked like a sexy toy ready for unwrapping rather than an innocent 11-year-old.

Linda looked down at herself in the costume, amazed at how she looked. She was showing so much skin. It felt so cool to be dressed this sexy. She squealed with glee. “Look at me, mommy,” she said. “I look hot, don’t I?”

“I guess that’s the point,” agreed Joanne, a little taken aback that her daughter thought it was cool to be dressed sexy like that. It was obscene and she knew that Ian was going to drool over the little girl, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop the inevitable. They were both going to be fucked good.

Joanna moaned in embarrassment as she looked inside the paper bag that contained her “costume.” She pulled out the scanty garments and looked in the bag again for more. No, there wasn’t anything else in the bag. The mother pulled off her clothes and pulled up the garter belt around her waist. Then, she pulled up the stockings and fastened the garters to the tops of the stockings.

“Is that all you got, mommy?” asked Linda as she ran her eyes over her mother’s nearly nude form. Joanne wore nothing above the waist and the garter belt and stockings did nothing to hide her pussy and ass.

“Well, there’s these, too,” said Joanne. She held up a pair of leather cuffs. The cuffs were three inches wide with metal rings attached. Clearly they could be hooked together, but they weren’t at the moment. She put one around her right wrist and cinched it down tight. Then she put the other on her left wrist and cinched it down.

Linda giggled. She had so much more to wear than mommy. “I guess he’d gonna start with you,” observed the preteen. She looked at the cuffs on her mother. “What are these for?”

“Well, baby,” Joanne said. “I would guess he’d going to use them to tie my hands somehow. He likes it that way. You…” she paused, wondering if she should forewarn her daughter of what might happen. “You’re gonna see some really naughty things today, baby,” she said.

“Like what, mommy?” asked Linda. She was still in her own little fantasy world, preening and admiring herself in the cute little costume.

“Ian likes to spank me,” she admitted. “He’ll probably hit me some. He’ll put his cock in… my mouth. He’ll make me say naughty things.” She looked around at some of the devices in the room. “I don’t know what all these things are for, baby, but he’s gonna use them on me… on us. You wanted to come here and get more drugs. You’re gonna have to do whatever he says.”

Linda looked concerned for the first time. “Think he’ll spank me?”

“Maybe,” said Joanne.

“Don’t let him, mommy,” said Linda. “I don’t want him to spank me.”

“I don’t want him to either, baby,” said Joanne. “But, well… if you want the ‘good feeling,’ then you’re gonna have to keep him happy.”

Linda pondered that thought for a moment, wondering just how much she wanted and needed the ‘good feeling.’ “Maybe we should go,” she said.

The door opened and Ian stepped into the room right at that moment. He’d been listening to the conversation and knew the two were ready for him. Letting them leave now was not an option. “Maybe you shouldn’t have come at all,” he said as he came in. “But, now that you’re here, you’re gonna stay until I’m done with you.”

Joanne cowered as Ian approached her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her, and then walked her backwards until she was pressed up against the wall. Taking her right arm, he stretched it to the side and Joanne heard a metallic click as he hooked her wrist to a ring set in the wall. She looked in panic to the side and tugged hard, but her arm was securely fastened to the wall. Before she knew it, he’d pulled her left arm to the other side and clipped it to the wall. Looking around, she saw rings set all along the wall at various heights so that Ian’s victims could be quickly bound into any position.

Ian looked over at Linda and ran his eyes over her cute body. She’d been the first preteen he’d ever molested and now he wanted more. “Stand right there,” he said, pointed at the floor a few feet from Joanne and to the side. “Watch what happens to mommy.”

Turning his attention back to Joanne, Ian quickly hooked a rope to her left ankle and pulled it to the side, tying it off to one of the rings in the wall. He did the same to her right ankle, leaving her spread eagle against the wall. With an evil smile, he picked up some more rope and wound it around Joanne’s left tit until it stood out full and round. He tied the rope off to the side. Joanne gasped in pain and humiliation as her tit pointed out into the room, begging for attention. In about a minute, her right tit was in the same predicament. That left her not only exposed and vulnerable, but looking like she was offering her body to her captor.

Ian topped off Joanne’s bondage with a ball gag. He held the red rubber ball up to her mouth and Joanne opened for him. Ian pushed the ball between her lips and it disappeared totally inside her mouth. A leather strap went around Joanne’s head, trapping the ball deep inside her mouth.

Pulling the only chair in the room up in front of Joanne, Ian sat down a few feet in front of her. “Come here,” he said to Linda and pulled the little girl onto his lap as she approached. He put his hands on her bare hips and then ran them across her bare tummy. “Your mommy is such a slut,” he whispered into her ear. “Look at her.” Though Joanne was whining in embarrassment, he said, “She’s enjoying herself. This is what girls do for men. They show off their bodies. They enjoy getting tied up and doing whatever their man wants.” He ran his hands over the little girl’s body, touching her through her thin clothing. “You want to do that for me, too?”

“Uh uh,” said Linda, shaking her head. It didn’t look like mommy was enjoying herself. Linda didn’t want to get tied up like that.

“Well, I don’t suppose you even have enough tit to tie up like that,” said Ian. He playfully pulled Linda’s top out so he could peek at the tiny tits.

Linda’s hand pressed against her top, shutting off the man’s view, “No, I don’t,” she said.

“Put your hand down,” growled Ian. He was pleased that Linda did as she was told. He peeked under her top again, just to make his point. This time the 11-year-old didn’t fight him. Then, he said to Joanne, “You’re gonna watch me rape your little girl. And there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.”

Joanne struggled against her bindings in frustration. She hated the helpless feeling. But, Ian wasn’t done tormenting her. He retrieved some clips from the cabinet and clipped one tightly and cruelly to her left nipple. Joanne screamed in pain against the gag and watched in disbelief as he hung a weight on the clip. When Ian fixed up her other tit the same way, they still stood out proud though her nipples sagged toward the ground. “Jesus, I’m glad you came over today, bitch,” he said to her. “You look so fucking good like this. I can do anything I want to my tied slave bitch. Bet you’re regretting setting foot in my house.” She was indeed regretting it. She pulled and twisted against the bindings to no avail and then watched helplessly as Ian hung a second weight on each nipple. She whined in protest, but could do nothing else.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, Ian picked up a flogger and started whipping her thighs and pussy. She writhed in pain, yet the more she twisted, the more the weights on her tits bobbed up and down. The pain in her tits intensified as she tried to avoid getting whipped in the same sensitive places time after time. All the while, Linda stood and watched the amazing sight of her mommy getting punished.

Joanne and Ian noticed an amazing thing at almost the same time. For Joanne, the realization came as a warm rush of lust. Ian saw the trickle of moisture that flowed out of Joanne’s cunt. “Are you getting hot?” he asked her in surprise.

Joanne shook her head, trying to deny the feelings that she was having. The pain was incredible. It couldn’t be possible that she was getting aroused from it. Yet, at the same time, her tits felt like they’d achieved a new level of super sensitivity and her cunt felt like the slightest touch would send her off. She glanced over at her daughter and felt another thrill shoot through her body. Her little girl looked so hot in that outfit and she was watching mommy put on such a show. Ian continued whipping her and her arousal grew.

Amused at his observation, Ian finally stopped and picked up a huge vibrator. He pushed it against Joanne’s clit and turned it on. The sensation sent Joanne into another spasm, this time of pleasure. She writhed against the buzzing vibrator, feeling the chills of an approaching orgasm. The bouncing of the weights on her tits and the fading sting of the flogger made her even hotter.

“Hold this here,” said Ian, taking Linda’s hand and putting it on the vibrator. In a quick exchange, it was suddenly Linda that was holding the vibrator against her mommy’s pussy. Only it wasn’t as firmly as Ian had been holding it. Joanne felt herself hump forward against the vibrator, trying to get the stimulation she needed. She was fucking herself against a vibrator in her daughter’s hand!

“Cum for us, slut,” said Ian in her ear. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Joanne was a real pain slut and was on the verge of cumming right now. “Your little girl is going to make you cum, slut,” he said. “Show her what a slut you are.”

Joanne let out a final whine of frustration and humiliation. She didn’t want to be tied up, in pain, and cumming – especially while Linda watched and helped, but the moment was too powerful for her. She spasmed in orgasm as she looked down at her scantily clad daughter. ‘Slut, slut, slut,’ she repeated to herself. ‘I’m nothing but a slut.’ She was cumming right in front of her daughter – on the hand of her daughter. She wanted to cry in shame, but instead she humped harder against the hum teasing her traitorous clit.

Ian removed the clips from Joanne’s nipples and let the weights fall to the floor. Turning, he took the vibrator from Linda and sat down again with Linda in his lap. With a satisfied smile, he ran his hands over the little girl’s body again. She squirmed under his attentions, not sure she wanted to pay the price he was demanding for his drugs. His hands ran over her most private parts.

For the moment his hands respected the boundaries of her clothing. She felt him touch the bare skin of her hips and trail across the vinyl covering her ass to reach her bare upper thigh. He cupped her ass cheek and stroked the smooth, shiny surface that hid her pussy from view. Teasing her, he ran his finger around the circular cups that covered her small tits. When he pulled at the strap that ran over her shoulder, her hand reached up to stop him. “Having second thoughts, little bitch?” he asked her as she trembled under his touch. She’d come to him and asked for another hit, but he could sense her reluctance to go all the way with him.

Ian put the girl on her feet and went to the cabinet. He returned with a length of rope. “What are you going to do with that?” asked Linda nervously. She looked at her mother, wondering if she was going to get tied like that.

The drug dealer pulled the little girl’s arms behind her and wrapped the rope quickly around her elbows. Pulling it tight, he pulled the girl’s elbows together until they touched. Linda let out a grunt, but it was clear she was flexible enough that this position was no great strain on her. Ian wrapped the rope down her forearms all the way to her wrists and then tied it off.

“I like my little girls nice and helpless,” he said as he stepped back to admire his work. She was forced to thrust her chest out at him, making her look like a slutty little girl who wanted what she was about to get.

Linda still hurt inside, feeling the need for another hit. But, faced with the leering man and her total loss of control, she didn’t like where this was heading. “Can’t you just give me a shot,” she said. “I just hurt and want it to stop. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

Ian taunted her with soothing words. “Don’t want to do what, little girl? Don’t want to do this?” He pulled the strap of her top off her shoulder. “Don’t want to show me your bare shoulder?”

“Uh uh,” whined Linda. Yet she could do nothing as he slipped the strap off her other shoulder.

“Maybe you don’t want to do this either?” Ian reached for the catch of the top strap that ran across her back. He unhooked that and felt Linda’s top come free.

“No,” wailed the 11-year-old. “Not that.” She squirmed and twisted, but there was no escape. He pulled the top free from her and she blushed under his gaze. Her budding, young breasts were in plain view, thrust out as if she were offering them to him. Why did he have to do this to her? She just wanted to feel good again.

When she tried to turn away, Ian grabbed her by the hair and held her still, forcing her to face her mother. His other hand cupped a tiny tit. “Cute little bitch,” he said. “Mommy’s little girl is getting naked.” He teased Joanne with Linda’s body, making the mother watch as her little girl was slowly violated.

Taking his hands from her tits, Ian started unlacing the bottom of the outfit. Once he’d loosened the lacings, he stood the girl in front of him again and started fondling her anew. This time, he slipped his hands inside the straps that barely covered the 11-year-old’s ass and pussy, copping a feel of the squirming girl. “Don’t, please,” she whined. “I just want a shot. Please, don’t touch me there.”

But, Ian wasn’t ready to make her feel good yet. Linda moaned in embarrassment as he pulled down the bottom of the outfit, revealing her bare pussy. Slowly he slid it down her long legs and helped her step out of it. His hands went between her legs, parting her pussy lips. When the little girl squirmed, Ian said, “Hold still, little bitch. You’re mommy can’t help you now. You’re mine and we’re gonna have some fun. We’re gonna make mommy watch.”

Linda was now clad similarly to Joanne, wearing nothing but long stockings. Ian turned her to face him and squeezed her ass cheeks, watching the expression on Joanne’s face as he did. He put leather cuffs on the little girl and put her against the wall. In less than a minute she was stretched between rings. Her little arms were stretched to the limit as she pulled futilely against the metal rings. In another minute her ankles were tied to rings and her legs were spread wide. Ian finished by putting a ball gag in the girl’s mouth so he could listen to her grunts and whines.

Joanne begged into her gag. Not a single word was understandable, but Ian knew she was begging to save her little girl from the predicament he had just put her in.

“Perfect timing,” said Ian as he turned his attention to the mother. He wanted to let Linda get a chance to feel the pain for a few minutes so he was ready to let Joanne please him. Ian untied Joanne’s bound tits, letting the blood flow back into the now purple globes. He removed Joanne’s gag and watched her work her jaw in relief. He finished getting her unhooked from the wall, but immediately clipped her wrist cuffs together behind her back. He didn’t want any trouble from her.

Meanwhile, Linda was struggling beautifully against her bindings. Ian upped the ante when he picked up the clips that he’d removed from Joanne’s tits. He held one up to the little girl’s left tit and smiled at her whine of protest. “What’s the matter, little bitch?” he taunted her. “All tied up and can’t protect your cute little tits?” He closed the clip around her tender nipple and listened to her squeal in pain. He added the second clip to her right nipple. “Your mommy had a little weight on hers, too,” he said as he hooked a weight to each nipple.

The disbelieving preteen whined in despair and pain as her tiny nipples were tortured. She had been enjoying the dress up game and wanted to look sexy for the man. She’d expected, but not wanted, the next step of being stripped. She’d thought she’d get what she wanted if she did what he wanted. Her mind hadn’t gone any farther than that. This sudden turn of events was far from what she had expected. A tear ran down her cheek as her innocence faded and she realized she was nothing more than a toy.

“Let’s show her what else is in store for the afternoon,” said Ian as he pulled Joanne over in front of Linda. He pushed the woman to her knees and freed his cock from his pants. “Tell her what’s going to happen now.” He wanted to make sure that Linda was not so focused on her own pain that she didn’t see what was happening around her.

Joanne let out a low sob. This was the one thing she’d hoped to not show Linda. “Baby,” she said, getting the 11-year-old’s attention. “Mommy’s gonna suck Ian’s cock.”

Joanne leaned forward to take Ian’s cock, but Ian held her off for a moment. “Make sure you watch, little bitch,” said Ian. “I’ll want your sweet little mouth on my cock a little bit later. You’re getting used to having something big and hard in your mouth right now, huh, little bitch? In a few minutes you’ll get the real thing.”

Joanne felt terrible as she slid Ian’s cock between her lips. Not only was she putting on a show for her little girl, she was basically teaching Linda how to do a blowjob. But, there was no other way. Her hands were tied behind her, so she was helpless to do anything but let Ian ram his cock all the way down her throat. She started sucking and slurping to pick up his rhythm and make the moment tolerable for herself.

What Linda saw was something she could never have imagined. Her mom was eagerly sucking Ian’s cock and making some pretty disgusting sounds as she did. The 6-inch cock looked huge to her and she tried to imagine the feeling of the huge thing shoved all the way in her mouth. She’d gag for sure. The ache in the pit of her stomach was growing and she knew that she’d do just about anything right now to make that ache go away. If that meant putting Ian’s cock in her mouth… well, she just hoped that her mommy could make him happy enough for the two of them. She’d do it if he made her, but she wouldn’t like it.

Joanne had a similar thought. As much as she hated sucking off Ian, she hoped she could make him cum quickly. Knowing that it would take Ian some time to recover from an orgasm, she hoped that he’d be happy with that and let them have the drugs. Maybe he’d even let them go. Kneeling in front of him wasn’t much better than having him on top of her. With her arms tied behind her, she still only had her mouth to please him and he had the leverage to pound his cock all the way done her throat. To make matters worse, Ian was enjoying her humiliation and wouldn’t let her forget it. “Watch mommy blow me,” he said as Joanne sucked. “Damn, Joanne, you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

Joanne mentally cursed her tormentor. She knew she looked like she was enjoying it, but she wasn’t. She just wanted to get it over with quickly and this was the fastest way.

“You’ve heard of blowjobs before, haven’t you?” said Ian.

Joanne couldn’t see the slight nod of her daughter’s head. Linda had heard some of her girlfriends talking about it and it looked just as nasty as she imagined.

“Bet you didn’t think your mommy would be so good at it.”

Linda gave a little shake of her head.

Abruptly, Ian stepped away from Joanne. It caught her by surprise and she tried to chase his cock with her mouth. Ian laughed, “Damn, Joanne, you really want to suck it, don’t you?”

Joanne blushed at the remark. She looked like a slut who was eager to give a blowjob. With a glance at her daughter, she realized that there was nothing she could say to make it look any different. She just wanted to get it over with.

Used to entertaining women in his dungeon, Ian wanted to take advantage of the little girl who had showed up at his door today. Tormenting Joanne was fun, but he was saving his cum for Linda. Knowing that Joanne was getting him hot, he had to stop so he could cum in Linda’s mouth instead. He grasped one of the clips on Linda’s tits and said, “If I take this off, will you blow me?”

Linda just gave a low moan and looked down at the other clip. Ian laughed. “If I take them both off, will you blow me?”

The little girl looked up plaintively at the man that loomed over her. Slowly she nodded her head.

He put a finger to her mouth and let her suck that between her lips. “Sweet little mouth,” he said as her lips pursed around the finger. “Sweet little cocksucking mouth.” He took his finger from her mouth and ran it across her bulging pussy lips. “If I take those off, can I fuck my pretty little girl?”

Linda nervously glanced at her mother before meeting Ian’s gaze again and nodding slowly. She felt his finger slide between her pussy lips and gasped as he penetrated her. “Yeah, I like my girls to be cooperative,” he said. “I want you hot and ready when it’s time.” He put his finger back to Linda’s lips and let her suck on it again. She grimaced at the taste on her finger, knowing where it had just been. “So,” he said as he stepped away from her. “You let me know when you’re hot and ready.”

The little girl hung in confusion. He’d been so close to removing the clips, making her do the disgusting things he wanted, and then… giving her the shot she needed. But, he’d just walked away. What did he want? She waited helplessly as she watched him turn his attention back to her mother.

Ian grabbed Joanne and stood her up. He unhooked her cuffs and then rehooked them in front of the woman. Next, he tied her hands to one of the rings on the wall.

“What are you going to do now?” asked Joanne nervously. She didn’t like the array of gadgets available to Ian in the room and this session had already lasted longer than anything he’d made her do before. She was beginning to wonder when it would end.

“Anything I want,” responded Ian. “I’m going to play with my slut mommy and slut little girl for as long as I want.” He pushed a red ball gag into Joanne’s mouth. This one was a little more complicated than the one that she had worn; the one that was now in Linda’s mouth. Straps hooked across her face and behind her head, harnessing the ball into her mouth securely. Ian tied a spreader bar to her ankles, holding her feet wide. Then he tied a rope around her waist and ran it through a hook on the ceiling. As he pulled that rope tight, Joanne was forced to back away from the wall and raise her hips and ass into the air. Soon she found herself straining on her tiptoes.

Joanne wanted to scream at her tormentor. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to be this helpless. Most of all, she didn’t want to be treated like this in front of her daughter. But, by now she was far beyond having any control at all. She found herself grunting into the gag from the strain, but unable to mouth anything intelligible. To her horror, she felt something probing at her asshole. Without a word, Ian shoved a metal hook in her ass. She felt about 3 inches of the 1-inch diameter tube slide up her ass. Ian tied a rope from the hook to the harness on her head and tightened it. That left Joanne with her head pulled back and staring at the ceiling. Her ass was even more exposed as she tried to raise it to relieve the tension on her neck.

This was Joanne’s most humiliating position ever. She was completely restrained – unable to move at all. Her tits hung free, swaying as she struggled. Her ass was pushed out obscenely and, with her legs spread so wide, her pussy was totally vulnerable. It was also uncomfortable to be stretched the way she was. She started panting from the strain when suddenly…

Smack! Joanne felt the sting of a flogger across her very available ass. “Mmmph,” she grunted in surprise and pain. “Uh uh, uh uh,” she moaned into the gag. Smack! “Mmmmuummmph,” she cried out again. He was whipping her right in front of Linda!

As Joanne’s ass reddened, Ian kept up a steady barrage of slaps across her naked ass. He loved the sight of her struggling helplessly as she tried to avoid the blows. But, she had no ability to avoid anything. All she could do was stand and take it, each scream becoming a little more insistent, but no more effective at earning her relief. It wasn’t long before Joanne’s pussy was wet again and she felt the slow burn of arousal. No one had ever treated her like this before, so she’d never known the pleasure of pain.

“Do you want to cum, slut?” asked Ian, reading her body language. Not only was she getting wet, but her hips were humping against an imaginary cock as if seeking relief. She didn’t have much range of motion, but he could clearly see the slight thrust of her hips.

“Uh huh,” grunted Joanne.

“Ask nicely,” said Ian.

God damn, she thought. He’s gonna make me beg for it. Part of her needed to cum and part of her rationalized that the more time he spent on her, the less time he would spend on Linda. “Pees, cah I cum,” she mouthed.

“I can’t understand you,” said Ian.

“Pees, pees, cah I cum, cah I cum, cahn I cum,” pleaded Joanne. She was rewarded with another series of whippings, this time short little blows delivered rapidly. “Mmmhhh, hhmmm, ohhhhh, mmmm,” she moaned as her arousal grew.

There was a moment of silence while she basked in the stinging pain that clung to her ass. Then, she felt a rubbery dildo pushed into her cunt. She pushed back against it. It felt wonderful. It was bigger than Ian’s cock and filled her completed. Frantically she tried to hump against it, but couldn’t do enough. She felt the hum of a vibrator against her sensitive clit and the wash of warmth that filled her was thrilling. It stopped seconds later. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, begging for the return of the vibrator.

“Tell me you’re a slut,” said Ian.

“I’mmm a sut, a sut. I’m a sut,” she said. “Pees, cah I cum? Huck me wit cock, mmm.” She felt the vibrator return.

“Say, ‘My mommy is a fucking slut’. Say it, little bitch,” said Ian.

Linda had watched the whole exchange with astonishment. Her mommy had enjoyed the spanking and begged to cum right in front of her. She’d never thought of her mommy in any kind of sexual way before, but now she was seeing the true character of her mommy. Her mommy was beautiful, sexy, and hot. Her mommy liked to do all the naughty things she’d been told not to do… and more. The words came easily to her. “My mommy is a fucking slut,” said the 11-year-old. “A fucking slut,” she repeated.

Joanne turned her head ever so slightly and rolled her eyes to the side. She could just make out the nude form of her daughter. “Muhmee’s a hucking sut,” she grunted as she felt her arousal building. “Hucking sut,” she repeated. “I’mmm a sut, sut, sut,” she chanted. “Oooooo,” she moaned. The words made her even hotter. “Sut, sut, sut,” she chanted as she started to cum. “Uhn, uhn, oh, yeah,” she panted. Then, the orgasm past as she relaxed against her bonds.

Ian loosened the rope that held Joanne’s head back and removed the hook from her asshole. He left her tied though and moved over to Linda. “Want some of that?” he asked Linda. “Your turn next to be spanked silly.”

“No, no, no,” whined Linda. “I don’t want to be spanked. Just let me go.”

“Then you’re ready for a blowjob?” asked Ian.

“Yes, ready for a blowjob,” she repeated.

“Ask nicely,” said Ian.

Linda stared at him for a moment in disbelief. When she realized he was completely serious, she said, “Please, can I suck your cock now?”

“Very nice,” said Ian. He removed the clips on her aching nipples and started to untie her. He undid her arms, but left her legs tied to the wall. He clipped her arms behind her. Forcing her to her knees, he pushed his cock into her face and smiled as she ran her tongue out carefully and licked at the length of his shaft. “You watching this, mommy?” he called over to Joanne. He knew she was. In morbid curiosity she was watching every bob of her little girl’s head.

“Unh huh,” replied Joanne in the affirmative.

“You taught her well,” he said, even though the girl was only taking half his cock. The sight of her sweet lips around his cock made up for the lack of depth. “Little cocksucking 6th grader,” he said. He was amazed at the lust that built up in him at the thought of her youth. He’d never had a desire for a little girl before, but now it was just too hot to ignore.

He took her head in his hands. “Take a deep breath,” he said. When she did, he shoved his hips forward. She gagged and choked, but took the whole cock. He pulled out. “Another deep breath,” he told her and then shoved in deep again. He felt her pull against his grip, but she took his whole cock despite her struggles. “Relax,” he told her. “Just relax. You saw how mommy did it.”

Ian shoved his cock in deep again and withdrew it. The look on her face was priceless as her eyes bugged out each time he sank to the hilt. This time when he pulled out, he said, “Tell me you’re a fucking cocksucker.”

“I’m a fucking cocksucker,” said the 11-year-old.

“Tell me you’re a 6th grade slut.”

“I’m a 6th grade slut,” she repeated. She tried to lean forward and lick at Ian’s cock, but he kept it just out of her reach.

“You’re a 6th grade, cock hungry slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m a slut,” she said and her tongue came reaching out for Ian’s cock, but missed again. “I’m a 6th grade, cock hungry slut.” She wanted those drugs so bad that she was willing to do anything. But, she was also beginning to get frustrated. How much would she have to do to please this man before he gave her what she craved. “Please,” she whined. “Give me a shot.”

“OK,” said Ian. He had her right where he wanted her – tied, helpless, compliant, and begging for what he had to give her. “You’ll get the shot when I get to cum. You have two choices, so listen carefully.”

She looked at him with desperation in her eyes.

Ian glanced over at Joanne, who was still helpless to do anything but watch. She caught the smirk on his face and a feeling of dread swept over her. What did he have planned for her little girl, she wondered.

Then, he turned back to Linda. “Choice number one is for me to put the clips back on your cute little titties and feed you my cock in your mouth. When I cum in your mouth, you can have your shot. Choice number two is for me to tie you up like your mommy and spank you 10 times and fuck you from behind. When I cum in your cunt, I’ll give you a shot. Which one do you want?”

It was Linda’s turn to look over at her mommy, her eyes wide in disbelief. She didn’t want to do either of those things. He’d just fucked her yesterday and then given her a shot. That’s what she’d expected this time, too. He’d already abused her more than she’d imagined. Now he wanted to hurt her some more. She thought about her choices. Number one was a little pain and the disgusting act of cocksucking. She’d already decided that was pretty repugnant. Number two was a lot of pain and then the fuck that she’d expected. But, she found no help in mommy’s eyes.

When Ian put his hand roughly in her long blond hair and turned her back to face him, she knew she had to make her choice. “I don’t want to get spanked,” she whined. “But… but… I didn’t like doing the… sucking your cock. So… so, I want number two.”

“Too bad,” said Ian. “You were doing the cocksucking so good. Like the little slut you are.”

“It’s disgusting,” said Linda. “And I gagged. I don’t like it.”

“That’s fine,” agreed Ian. “I gave you the choice. Tell me again what you chose? Tell me what’s going to happen.”

“You’re gonna spank me,” said the little girl. “Ten times. And then, you’re gonna…”

“No, no,” said Ian, cutting her off with his angry voice. She cowered at his sudden interruption, wondering what was wrong. “Don’t tell me. Ask me. It was your choice, so ask me.”

“What?” asked Linda. “I don’t want to…”

“If I make the choice, maybe I’ll fuck your sweet little mouth,” said Ian. “But, if you make the choice, then you better ask nicely.”

“How… ?” Linda was confused.

“Say, I’m a slutty little 6th grader...”

“I’m a slut… slutty little 6th grader...”

“… who wants to be treated like a slut…”

“… who wants to be treated like a… slut…”

“… so tie me up like my mommy slut…”

“… s-so t-tie me up like… like my mommy slut…”

“… and spank my fine, tight, little ass.”

“… oh, no…” Linda trembled at the thought. “… and spank my fine, t-tight, lit-little ass.”

“Then, fuck me like a whore.”

“Then, f-fuck me like a whore.”

“Please.”

“Please,” finished Linda.

“Very nice,” said Ian. “Now say it all at once without me telling you what to say.”

“I’m a 6th grade slut,” said Linda. “Tie me up like my mommy and spank my bare…um, little, tight bottom… uh, ass. Then fuck me like you did my mommy and … please.”

“You think your mommy is a whore?”

“Nooo,” said Linda.

“You were supposed to say, fuck me like a whore. But, you said, fuck me like you did my mommy. That means you think your mommy is a whore.”

“I didn’t mean that,” she looked at Joanne. “Honest, mommy, I didn’t mean you’re a whore. I just said it wrong.” She looked back at Ian. “Fuck me like a whore… please.”

“What do you want first?” asked Ian, taunting her as he unclipped her wrist cuffs.

“Fuck me, please, like a whore,” said Linda.

Ian started to unclip her ankles from the wall. “Oh, you’re a stupid little bitch, aren’t you? That comes about third on the list. What do you want first?” He unclipped her second ankle and spun her around to face the wall.

“Tie me up like mommy,” said Linda, gathering her wits. “Tie me up like mommy, please.”

It took him a couple of minutes to get her done up just the way he wanted, but soon Linda’s wrists were clipped together and to the wall. Her feet were held two feet apart by a spreader bar. A rope ran around her waist and up to the ceiling, forcing her hips back and her ass up. She was stretched on her tip toes. “Let’s see, I stuck this up mommy’s ass when I spanked her,” said Ian as he held the metal hook in front of Linda’s face.

“Uh huh,” agreed Linda weakly. She didn’t dare argue with him. That didn’t mean she wanted it stuck in her ass, too, but she had asked to be tied up like mommy.

“But, I don’t know…” said Ian. “Such a tight little ass and this is so big.” He put a ball gag in the 11-year-old’s mouth and tied off the leather strap behind her head. “I think I can get the same thing done with a little rope.” He ran a short cord around the strap behind Linda’s head. When he pulled on the cord, though it didn’t achieve the desire effect. “Nope, not there,” he said. “Need it to be a little higher.”

He wanted her head pulled back and her back arched hard, but pulling on the back of her head hadn’t worked. He pulled her long blond hair into a ponytail and tied the short cord around the base of the ponytail. This time when he pulled on the cord, Linda found herself staring at the ceiling. With her back deliciously arched, Ian tied the cord to the rope around Linda’s waist, keeping it taut and her head back.

Linda felt horrible in that position. Not only were her young muscles straining in ways they had never worked before, but suddenly his hands were on her body. She was trapped in a very exposed position and could not even say a word or shift her body as his hands ran up her slender calves, over her soft inner thighs, and up to her spread little pussy.

Feeling her squirm uncomfortably, Ian asked, “What am I touching, little girl?”

Linda didn’t answer. The idea of answering his question seemed ridiculous. She jumped when he slapped her bare ass with his open palm.

“I asked you a question. What am I touching?”

“Muh-ai ussss-eeee,” said Linda, struggling to form words around the gag that filled her mouth.

“Your pussy?” asked Ian.

“Uh hunh.”

“No, it’s my pussy,” said Ian. “I’ve tied it up nice and pretty. Now it belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“Uh hunh,” agreed Linda against her will.

“Actually, it’s the pussy of my little slut, isn’t it? Can you say, the little slut’s pussy?”

“Uh itt-ul sutss usss-eee,” said Linda.

Ian ran his hands up to fondle her little nipples. “What am I touching now, my little slut?”

“Uh itt-ul suts it-ees,” said Linda as clearly as she could. A sob escaped her lips as he played with her tiny mounds. She felt his hands run gently down her back and shivered. It felt good to have him touch her like that. “Mmmmm,” she moaned involuntarily. Her subconscious wanted to let him know that she was enjoying the brief caress. But, then his hands were shamefully back on her ass, squeezing and pinching where no one should be touching her.

“What was next?” asked Ian.

“Hank… ssspahn… ssspuhank,” said Linda, trying to make the words sound right despite her gag. “Ssspahank… maaa… hight…it-tul assss.”

“Wiggle it for me, precious,” said Ian. He picked up his whip while the 6th grader wiggled her exposed ass in front of him. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “That tight, little ass really looks like it wants a spanking right now.” He raised up his hand and slapped the flogger across Linda’s ass hard.

“Muuumfph, ahheeee,” wailed Linda. The pain was intense, every bit as bad as she’d expected. And there were nine more to go! Her breath was suddenly coming in ragged puffs through her nose as she fought the pain.

Ian delivered a second hard blow to her other cheek. “Ummph,” grunted Linda. “No… no… no,” she managed to say. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“You want me to stop, precious?”

“Uh hunh,” said Linda.

“But you chose this,” argued Ian. “If you changed your mind, then I can untie you and stick my cock back in your mouth. Is that what you want? Do you want to change your mind?”

Linda waited in silence for a few seconds before she said, “Uh uh, no.”

“Good choice, precious,” said Ian. “Eight more swats and a fucking and then you get your shot. If you change your mind now, it’s just gonna be longer before you get your shot. So, just so I know what you want… wiggle that cute little ass again. I want that ass to tell me it wants a spanking.”

Linda sobbed into her gag. She didn’t want either choice, but she was trapped. Slowly she wiggled her ass back and forth. “Eeeeeaaaaa,” she screamed as the whip slapped across her tender flesh. There was a brief pause and then she wiggled again.

“That’s so nice,” said Ian. “I really like a little slut that can ask for a spanking so nicely. That is such a pretty little ass.” Smack! He brought his flogger down sharply across the pretty little ass that invited him so. In front of him, the little body shook with sobs, but then the ass waved back and forth again. Here I am, it begged to him, practically daring him to hit it again. Smack! He couldn’t resist the dare.

The man paused for a moment and ran his hand across the now red ass. It was warm to the touch. He continued to caress the soft skin for nearly a minute until the girl’s sobs died down. Then he stepped back. “Want another one, precious?” he asked.

Linda sobbed again, but wiggled her ass for him. She jumped and screamed into the gag when he gave her what she’d asked for. Seconds later, she wiggled her ass again. Unlike her mother, Linda was not discovering that there was an enjoyable side to pain. She felt no pleasure building up from the constant humiliation and the sharp jolts of pain that shot through her like electric shocks. Smack! She jumped again. Sobbing into the gag and panting through her nose, she realized she’d lost count. When would this ever end? It was more than three, but how many more? She trembled, hoping that Ian hadn’t lost count. There was nothing to do, but keep asking until he decided it was over. She took a deep breath and wiggled her ass again. The action was the same to her as it was to Ian. Hit me, she begged with her helpless ass. Go on, get it over with, hit … “Eeaaaaaaaaaa,” she screamed as he gave her what she’d asked for. Her body shook from the pain and exertion.

As she tried to bring herself back under control, Linda planted her feet, tried to keep her ass from moving, and bobbed her torso up and down. It was a slight movement, but it had the desired effect of distracting Ian for a moment.

“Want something else?” asked the man as he caught the motion of her chest rising and falling He tossed the flogger aside for a moment and ran his hands across her nipples again.

The little girl felt a fresh wave of shame as he fondled her, but it was relief from the pain for as long as she could distract him. As he touched her, the sting in her ass died out. “Such a good little slut,” said Ian. He realized what she was up to and did not disapprove of it. “You’re learning how to use your body to make a man happy. Just like your mommy. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Uh hunh,” answered Linda. Despite the unwelcome attentions to her tits, this was better than being spanked. “Mmmmm,” she purred as best she could, letting him know that she liked his caress better than the whip. “Hutch uh it-tul suts it-ees,” she grunted. She didn’t care where he touched her anymore. Or for how long. The longer the better. She continued to purr under his touch for a couple of minutes before she began to worry he would tire of it. “Hutch uh it-tul suts usss-eee,” she said.

“If that’s what you want, precious,” said Ian. Her ran his hands down her nude body to her pussy and caressed the soft, plump lips there. He put his finger in her cunt and found it wet. He was sure she wasn’t enjoying the whipping as her mother had, so he reasoned she must be enjoying his soft touch. “Looking forward to that fucking soon?” asked Ian.

“Uh huh,” said Linda. With that said, she remembered her goal. Spanking. Fucking. Shot. The ache inside her was growing again and the pain in her ass had subsided. She wiggled her ass. ““Ssspahank maaa hight…it-tul assss.”

She gritted her teeth as Ian’s hands left her and she heard him pick up the whip. Hit me, hit me, hit me, she said with her ass. Let’s get it over. Go on and … “Aaaaaaeeeeeee.” The pain was sharp, but not overwhelming. The brief rest had given her the strength to go on. She wiggled her ass harder. Damn it, come on and hit me again, it begged. I dare you. “Aaaaaeeeee,” she screamed. She wiggled it again. She desperately wanted to get it over with. The fucking she remembered as pleasant. She’d cum for the first time ever. That would be worth the wait. A fucking and then the shot of drugs. She wiggled her ass.

“Eee unnn,” grunted Joanne, suddenly catching their attention. “Eee unnn, attss hen, attss hen!” she insisted.

“What?” demanded Ian angrily. His whip was poised for another blow.

Linda understood. She froze her ass. Don’t wiggle, she told herself. Don’t move a muscle. That’s ten. That’s ten! Stop asking for more.

The realization dawned on Ian as he saw the distinct reaction of the helpless ass in front of him. Stop. No more. We’re done. The unmoving ass had stopped asking and he realized that he’d promised just ten. Like Linda, he’d lost count in the passion of the moment. Only Joanne had kept count.

Ian stepped forward, his cock hard and ready. He pushed it against Linda’s wide open, wet cunt. He barely had the will power to stop outside her cunt. “What’s next?” he demanded, wanting to complete the girl’s humiliation.

“Huck mmmeeee wike uh whore,” she said. “Huunnnh,” she grunted as his cock pushed deep inside her. It practically took her breath away as he filled her completely. “Hutch uh it-tul suts it-ees and huck mmm wike uh whore,” she said.

She didn’t need to waste the energy on the words. Ian pounded into her tight cunt and his hands touched her everywhere they weren’t supposed to touch her. He’d held off long enough and he fucked her with long hard strokes. There was no time for taunting her any longer. He didn’t have the control left to make her beg for what he wanted to give her. Gradually his strokes picked up speed.

This was the moment that Linda had been expecting and waiting for. His cock was just the right size for her preteen pussy. It filled her up and vibrated her clit from the inside out. His hands were being so naughty with her. She could feel her own passion rise as he took her hard and with growing energy. Restrained as she was, she still managed to push her slender hips back against him ever so slightly in time to each thrust. The rope around her waist lifted and exposed her, giving him the maximum depth that he could possibly achieve. She could feel each stroke bottom out deep inside her with his hips full against her stinging ass. “Oh, huck me,” she moaned and she felt herself cumming.

As the tight cunt squeezed him even tighter in orgasm, Ian felt himself surge to the brink and over. He came deep inside her, thrusting again and again. His cock spasmed with each thrust, feeling the surge of cum down the length of his shaft and into the tight pussy. Sated, he pulled away. There was one last thing to do to completely humiliate the mother and daughter.

Ian untied Linda’s ponytail and she, like her mother, could once again look straight ahead. Ian stepped up between the two bound females and held up two crisp 100 dollar bills. “One for each of you,” he said. “I pay my whores in cash.” He tossed a bill in front of Joanne and one in front of Linda. Still restrained, the two could only watch the money as it fluttered down to their feet. For Linda, that was more money than she’d ever seen before. Her eyes tried unsuccessfully to follow it all the way to the floor.

“Now, you both wanted a hit, didn’t you?” This time he held up two syringes.

“Uh hunh,” grunted Joanne.

“Uh hunh, yeah,” agreed Linda.

Ian bent down and retrieved the two bills from the floor. “That’ll be a hundred each,” he said pocketing the money he’d just given them.

The two drug addicts didn’t care a bit as their new found money disappeared again. They knew what they were now. They were whores who worked for the money to buy their drugs. It was worth it as the precious concoction flowed into their veins. Ian untied the two and put them in a separate room to enjoy their high. He owned them now. Just yesterday he’d met the little girl and imagined her wanting more of the drug. She’d fulfilled his imagination and more today.

He looked down at Linda and murmured, “Thanks, Joanne.”

“You’re welcome,” mumbled Joanne back. From her drug induced haze, she didn’t even realize he was thanking her for delivering her daughter to him.