DELANE BOUND

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

[ part 2 ]

Delane didn’t know what was happening to her. It felt as though someone had picked her up in the case she had been strictly tied in. she hurt, sweat covered her entire body, the athletic cream burned unbearably causing her cunt juices to flow freely from her vagina.

Because of the sensations emanated from whatever conveyance they put her in, she deduced it must be a car. But she had no idea where they would take her or how long it would take to get there. After so much time, the car stopped. Some took her case out of the car and carried her somewhere. She bounced. Then, she heard the locks being taken off and the case dumped upside down, with her falling onto what felt like a bed.

Delane could feel almost everything being untied and removed from her body, except that her wrists stayed tied behind her back and her ankles bound together, and her gag and blindfold left on. Someone rolled her to her back, and cupped her cunt. She jerked at the touch.

“Hi, Delane.”

“Mmmm Mmmm?”

“I asked Nanny to teach you the ways of bondage, and get used to one of the most strict ties, by tying you in a ball tie with all kinds of things attached to you and rubbed on you, and locked in a trunk, or case, or bag, whatever you want to call it, and being hauled around in it. You will do everything I say from now on. Oh, you can still go to school, have friends over and go over to your friends’ houses, go to moves, and so forth. But I tell you to stay home, I mean you will stay home no matter what you have planned. Understand?”

Delane nodded. She felt her daddy’s hand begin to rub her slit and clit. Faster, and as she began to produce more of her cunt juice, her daddy stuck a finger deep inside her, and in minutes she reached her orgasm as her daddy watched her body twist and turn, heard her screech through her gag, hump his finger, then tense as she hit her apex. Her daddy continued, and made her reach a second orgasm.

He pulled his hand away from her. “Are you hungry and thirsty?”

He watched as she nodded vehemently, and tried to talk. “Just a minute, let me take out your gag.” He did so, then asked her again.

“Oh, daddy, I think I’ve lost 50 pounds in the time I’ve been tied up. I’m starving, and my mouth feels like a desert.”

“Tell you what. I’ll untie you, you go get a shower, then we’ll go out to eat. But I will lay out what you will wear, and that is what you will only wear. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He untied Delane, and as she took her shower he found what he wanted. A pair of short shorts that she had almost outgrown, and a too small T-shirt which read, in very small letters, “If You Can Read This You Are Too Close” right across her small breasts. It also rode up on her body. With her shorts so short (in fact, her labia peeked around the crotch area, and her butt crack barely showed), and her belly button showed most eminently, and it was a beautiful innie. Her bare feet, according to her daddy, were the most beautiful feet ever. He pulled out a pair of sandals, well, almost sandals. He waited for her to finish.

When she entered her room, she didn’t expect her father to be waiting for her. She saw the clothes he had chosen for her. “Dad, these clothes don’t fit anymore.”

“Oh, I think they fit good enough. You will wear them anyway, with no more protest. Understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” she whispered, and looked for some underwear. “Dad, where’s my underwear?”

“Oh, you’re not wearing any. I forgot to tell you. Just put on what I laid out of you.”

Delane first pulled on the short shorts. She tried to tuck her labia back inside her shorts, but they hurt, so she left them alone. She could feel her butt crack showing above her shorts as well. She pulled the shirt over her head. Her little tits showed through the thin and threadbare material nicely. Her nipples tried to push through the material, staying erect and wrinkled and hard. He could tell his daughter was totally embarrassed.

“Slip your feet into the sandals, and I have to add some things to your wardrobe.”

Delane slid her feet into the sandals.

“Close your eyes, and don’t open them until I tell you to.”

Delane closed her eyes. She felt daddy lock something on her wrists and ankles, with a good idea of what they were. Then he added the collar, and locked it on as well.

“Very well. We’re ready to go.”

“But, daddy. I can’t go out like this?”

“You can, and you will.”

“Where are we going to eat?”

She noticed her daddy’s little smile. “To the local McDonald’s.”

“But, daddy! That’s where all my friends go to eat!”

“Yes,” he said ominously, “I know. Let’s go, or you don’t eat or drink.”

Reluctantly, Delane followed her daddy to the car. Once in and buckled, he put an fatherly hand on her knee. “Listen, it won’t be so bad.”

“Daddy, you don’t know. What if I see some of my friends?”

“So what if you do? If they ask anything, just ask them to join us and explain what is going on. They’ll either accept it and understand, which means they’re your true friends, or they’ll scoff and say something stupid, which means they’re no friend. It’s that simple.”

In a few minutes Delane sat in the passenger seat as daddy turned off the ignition.

“Well, let’s get out and go order,” suggested daddy. “And don’t try to cover yourself. If you do, it will just make it harder on you later.”

They both got out, and Delane hid behind her father. She wasn’t really disobeying him. She wasn’t trying to cover herself, she was using her father as cover. As they entered the restaurant, her dad skipped to her side, Delane now in full view of everyone.

“Daddy!”

“Shhh. Let’s go order.”

Delane looked around, and unfortunately saw several of her friends as they looked to see who walked in. They walked up to the counter.

“Yes, may I help you?” Then the clerk, a male, noticed what Delane wore. He seemed speechless, and missed the entire order.

“Hey, Mike, you mind keeping your mind on your business, and not on mine?”

“Sorry, sir. What did you want?”

The finally got their order and sat down at a booth. Delane ate quickly, thinking her dad would, too. But he ate very slowly. Delane fidgeted, wanting to leave in a hurry. Delane looked down at her feet. Then she felt eyes on her. She looked up. Two girls and a boy, all in her class, smiled down at her.

“Hi, Dee! How ya doin’?” asked Merc, her very best friend.

“I’m just fine, Merc. How are you?”

“Listen, what are you wearing? They look really cool.”

“Oh? You really like them?” and she raised her arms to show her wrists, and turned just enough to stick out her ankles and show off those cuffs as well. “My daddy put them on me. See?” She turned them. “They’re locked on so I can’t take them off, unless daddy unlocks the locks. Even my collar is locked on.”

“Wow!” said Caroline. “That sounds rally rad. Are they for anything?”

“Well, yeah. But you got to promise me not to tell anyone.” And of course, Delane knew that is exactly what they would do. She motioned them down so she could whisper in their ears. Mac especially, because he already he sported an erection.

When she told them her daddy used them to tie her up all the time, with her consent, they all gawked at her, mouths open, stupefied.

“You mean you let your daddy tie you up?” asked Matthew.

“Sure, why not. He doesn’t abuse me, if he hurts me I let him know so he won’t do it again (which was a little fib she thought), and other things.”

“What kind of other things?” asked Caroline.

“I can’t tell you. Just other things. Besides which, daddy’s ready to go. See you in school next week. Bye.”

Delane and her daddy walked out, but now Delane held her head up, walked the walk, proud of herself that she handled the situation so well. However, once she got into the car, she wondered what would happen when she got home. They rode home in silence.

Once home, without telling her to, Delane went upstairs and removed her clothes. She returned to her daddy, sitting in his easy chair reading the paper. Although he knew she stood there waiting, he continued reading his paper for the next twenty minutes. Delane patiently waited. She had no choice. Finally, daddy put down his paper. He looked up at her, her head down looking at her feet.

“Delane,” he said softly.

“Yes, father?” she answered just as softly.

“I haven’t told you the full reason I asked Nanny to perform bondage on you. I have now obtained a special clientele. A clientele who will pay $10,000 per session to do what they want to you. However, I made the stipulation in the contract that I will always be present and make certain you are not permanently harmed in any way. Children ages 8-12 are also allowed to do things to you, but at half price. You will receive 50% of all monies to do with as you wish. How does this all sound to you?”

“As you wish, daddy.”

“No, honey. You don’t understand. You can tell me no, right now, and all contracts will be null and void. If there is anyone you don’t feel comfortable with, tell me so, and that contract will be null and void. It is all up to you. In fact, if you wish, I can add a clause that the person who will be doing things to you must discuss the entire session with you first, then you may dismiss him outright. I say ‘he’ but it could be a ‘she’. If at any time during a session you wish it to stop, yell three times in a row into your gag, if you are gagged. If not, just yell stop, and it will end right then and there. You actually control everything. What do you say.”

“I really get half of the money for myself? And I control just about everything?”

“That’s right. So the more clients you have, the more money you get. And I get.”

“All right, daddy. I agree.”

“Good. Now, turn around.”

Delane obeyed. Her daddy put a lock on her wrist cuffs and locked it with a short chain hanging from it, then had her get on her knees. He pulled the hanging chain down, making her arch her back, and locked it to her ankle cuffs.

“Sit down on your bottom, with your back against my chair. You will be drawing your ankles up toward you cunt due to the short chain between your ankle and wrist cuffs.” Having done that, her daddy added a ball gag and blindfold.

“You are mine now, little girl. I will do all kind of things to you in a little bit. Right now, just sit there, and don’t move a muscle.”

Daddy rubbed her nipples, playing with them. Pulling on them, twisting them, yanking them, pulling them out as far as he could get them then let them snap back to her chest.

“I am going to add a clip to each nipple, but a clip you haven’t experienced before. They are called alligator clips. They have little teeth on the edges. First, one on your right nipple.” He pulled out Delane’s right nipple, getting it hard again, then let the clip snap down on it. Delane screamed. Then daddy did the same to her lift nipple. Delane cried beneath her blindfold.

“Delane, I am going to add more alligator clips to your body. I am adding two to each labium, then one to your clitoris. Bear the pain. I don’t want to hear you scream again.”

Delane waited. And waited. And waited. Then, suddenly, the first clamp bit into the soft flesh of her right labium, then another into her left labium. Then another indeterminate amount of time, then a second clip on each labium again. Another long indeterminate length of time, and a last clip snapped onto her clit. She bit into her ball gag in order to keep from screaming at the ungodly pain.

She didn’t scream. But the clamps were screaming at the parts of her body they were clamped to.

“I’m very proud of you, sweetheart. Now, you will just sit there until I decide to do something to you. Understand?”

Delane nodded. She couldn’t do anything else, even if she wanted to. Her daddy didn’t touch her for a long time. The clamps felt as if they were biting through her nipples, labia and clit. She needed to move, but she dare not. Her breathing increased due to the pain. How could she get those things off her? How long would daddy leave them on? She needed to move. She thought if she moved very slowly daddy wouldn’t notice. But he did.

“I told you not to move.” He squeezed all the clamps, causing her to scream out in her mind. The pain was so tremendous that she drew in her breath and couldn’t scream even if she wanted to. Then he picked her up and carried her up to her room. He unchained her, but spread her arms and legs as wide as possible and tied her spread eagle.

“I am going to leave the clamps on you all night. That will teach you to disobey me. Your first session with one of the clients will be tomorrow, Saturday. Be prepared for anything. Have a good night, sweetheart.”

Delane heard her door shut. Now, she could scream. Which she did. She struggled, her body moving only slightly around on the bed, causing even more pain from the clips as they too moved around. She stopped moving, and the clips stopped hurting as much.

Yet, she noticed the feelings the clips caused her beyond the pain. She began to struggle again, and as the clips moved, she could feel the intense awareness of something happening deep in her cunt and clit. She moved faster. Her labia moved with the weight of the clips. Her small breasts likewise. She continued to move, faster. Faster. But she couldn’t do it. She was at the verge of an orgasm, but Delane just couldn’t make it happen. She moved as much as she could, swinging her hips back and forth, moving her tits around as she moved her upper body, but not luck. Delane became frustrated. Dammit! She needed to cum!

One thing she didn’t know, was that her daddy still sat in her room watching her. He took pity on her. He stood over her, and watched her still trying to make herself reach and orgasm. Then, he yanked all the alligator clips off her without opening them up. Delane screamed at each removal. Daddy then reached down and began to masturbate her. Delane settled down, now moving to her daddy’s hands. Within minutes she orgasmed, screaming at the intensity. She thrashed about, unable to control her body as it writhed in the throes of the most intense orgasm yet. Finally she settled down.

“Goodnight, Delane. I love you.”

Again she heard the door shut, only this time she knew her daddy really did leave. She finally fell asleep.

Saturday morning, and her daddy had removed her cuffs and made her shower. He informed her not to put on any clothes. Delane ran downstairs to the smell of breakfast.

“You may eat breakfast, but not lunch. Your first client will be here at 1300. In fact, there are two. A young woman of about 28 years, and her daughter, 9 years. The daughter will be the one doing all the torture and bondage. I understand she is good. She had been tying up other kids for a very long time, boys and girls both. So she should proved to be an experienced Mistress. You will call her Mistress as long as you can speak. Understand?

Delane nodded, wondering what it would be like to be tied up by a girl her age. She ate slowly, wondering how she would be tied up and what would be done to her. She would just have to wait.

Delane finished breakfast, then paced the floor, her naked body already responding to her thoughts. Already her cunt leaked her juices, running down her thighs. Her nipples became hard, her clit sticking out from its hood. She didn’t care. She couldn’t help herself. Her bare bottom twitched. She sat down cross-legged on the couch. She played with her toes. She closed her eyes. She almost came just thinking about it.

The hours seemed to go my so slowly Delane thought 1300 would never come. But it did. Delane’s daddy made her stand in front of the door, head down, legs spread wide, arms at her sides. The doorbell rang.

Daddy answered the door. When he opened it, Delane could only see the clients’ feet. The girl was barefoot.

“Come in. Martina, would you like to do anything to Delane now, or wait until we get to the bondage dungeon?”

“I wish to start tying her up now.”

The two walked into the room. Martina carried a valise. She reached into it and pulled out some very soft rope.

“Delane, look at me.” Delane raised her head, and noticed Martina wore a coat that reached her thighs. She shucked it off, and underneath she was completely naked.

“Your are 10, I am 9. Because of that one year age difference, you need not call me Mistress as your father instructed you to. You may call me Marty. I will call you Del. You can see me naked, just as I see you naked. I am going to turn so you can see what I look like all over.”

Delane noticed Marty’s raven black hair fell to her feet, and even longer. Her nipples didn’t seem to have the same breast buds that Delane did, although it did appear Marty was growing them. Her nipples and aureole were quite large for a 9-year-old. Marty spread her legs. Her pubic area still looked as clear as a billiard ball. Her cunt lips spread wide, her own juices running down her legs. Her legs and feet appeared just as beautiful as Delane’s own. Marty turned. Her bottom seemed not so big as Delane’s own, yet Delane realized that Marty seemed fairly short, coming only to Delane’s tits.

“I have a surprise for you as well. This is my mother.” She pointed to the woman standing next to her. “We have worked out a complete bondage scenario, and a rather painful one. But as you are tied up, so I will be. I get no money for this, but my own enjoyment of bondage. We will watch each other as mom, and your dad, ties us up the exact same way, with all the attachments for excruciating pain added to our naked bodies.”

“You should get paid. I will give you half of my half you won’t be suffering without any compensation.”

Martina stepped up to Delane and hugged her. Delane hugger her back. Martina’s armes wrapped around Delane’s bare bottom.

“Don’t worry about it, Marty.” Delane turned to Martina’s mother. “When you write the check or whatever, take off $1,250 and give the other half to Martina.” The mother nodded and smiled and promised she would.

The girls moved away from each other, and waited. The two girls watched each other as Delane’s daddy and Martina’s mother started on their wrists behind their back, on up their arms, twining around elbows to bring them together.

As Martina watched Delane, Delane watched Martina get tied just like she was. Her entire body tingled with emotion at knowing someone else was suffering just as she was. Her cunt seemed to vibrate as she looked at Martina’s cunt. Both girls felt the warmth of their own pussy juices exiting their vaginas.

“Are you ready, Delane?” asked Martina. Delane could only not.

Both girls were told to open their mouths. Each parent stuffed ball gags larger than their mouths into the oral openings. The straps were locked behind their heads tightly. Finally, the proceeded to the converted basement, each parent following his/her daughter. Delane wondered what type of bondage sessions she and Martina were in store for them

And Delane’s and Martina’s bondage sessions began . . .